Page 61 of The Destruction You Desire

Reality is long gone as he plays my body like it was made for him.

"Luca, Luca, Luca," I cry as my orgasm begins to crest once more but just like I knew was going to happen, he rips his mouth away from me just at the last second, only this time, he doesn't wait for me to come down before starting all over again like it's some kind of game. This time, he crawls onto his knees and fists his cock before plunging it inside me.

I'm so sensitive after everything he's done to me that I can barely stand it. I wiggle around, not knowing whether to pull him closer or push him away.

"Oh shit." My eyes widen as his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure as his hips begin to piston in and out of me.

"Wanna know how good you taste?"

My eyes hold his, a smirk curling at my lips at his rhetorical question.

"Thought so."

His lips slam down on mine, his tongue parts my lips causing my own taste to explode in my mouth, making my almost lost release to race forward once more.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me right now."

He slams into me once more and I fracture into a million pieces.

"Luca," I scream as he continues to thrust a couple more times as pleasure races through me, making my muscles quiver and heat to flood my entire body.

"Peyton, fuck. Fuck," he groans as his cock swells inside me. "Fuck, I love you."

My eyes widen in shock as his release rocks through him and he drops his entire body weight onto me for long seconds.

I love it, feeling him pressing me into the mattress but I'm too shocked by his confession to really appreciate it.

I mean, I know how I still feel about him. I came to terms with the fact I'd probably love him until my dying day some time ago, but to hear him say those words. Well, it has me shook.

After a few more seconds, he rolls onto his side, allowing me to suck in a deep breath.

"Come here," he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist and dragging me into his body.

Wrapping his hand around the back of my thigh, he pulls it over his hip, aligning us in the most intimate way as his lips brush mine. He slides his hand to my ass and palms it gently before brushing it up my back and threading his fingers into my still wet hair.

"I know you hate me, and I deserve it. I know that, trust me, I do. But fuck, I missed you, P."

I gasp and he uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue strokes mine and I'm powerless but to allow him to consume me once more.

My head screams at my heart to stay locked up tight but it's really fucking hard not to let him slip back inside.

I focus on the movement of his lips against mine, the caress of his tongue and the heat of his body doing exactly what I asked—no, demanded—of him. Making me forget.

I allow myself to drown in actions, pushing any kind of feelings aside to deal with at a later date. Right now, everything is too much, but this, this intimacy with the one and only person I've ever truly felt myself with is everything I need.

* * *

I wake with a start not knowing where I am. I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist but the second I realize that I'm naked, I quickly gather them up, holding them to my chest in a death grip.

Everything is a haze, reality right on the edge of my grasp like a dream that you can't quite remember, but then my eyes find Luca sitting on the chair where we had pizza last night with his cell in his hand and wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and everything slams back into me.

"Oh God," I cry, falling back onto the bed and pulling the sheets with me.

"Well, no one has ever quite had that reaction to me the morning after, I've got to say," he deadpans as he climbs onto the bed beside me and drops a kiss to my cheek.

"It's not that, Luc. I just didn't… I forgot—"

I shove my face into the pillow, breathing in the unfamiliar scent and willing the tears away that are once again burning my eyes.