Chapter 223: Undone
- RORY -
Instead of promising with words, Luciano kisses me again while his hand continues its slow, beautiful torture of running lightly along my stomach and under the waistband of my underwear.
He doesn’t become demanding in anything other than his kiss until his hand runs down my thigh and grasps it, getting a handful of that meaty part and causing me to whimper—not because it hurts, no. Because it’s part of the prelude to whatever comes next.
Luci is powerful everywhere. His hands, the way he moves. Having him blanketed over me like this, wanting only me, telling me I won’t remember anyone else and then touching me like the tesoro he calls me... it’s the most powerful aphrodisiac. He is so sexy, I almost can’t believe this is happening. Maybe it’s not.
He breaks from the kiss and shifts so that he’s no longer on his side but bracing himself over top, between my legs, kissing along my jawline and under my ear.
"This isn’t a dream, right?" What a stupid question, but seriously... Raya had sex dreams, and she said they were so real. This feels too good to be true. Everything Luci said... everything he’s doing.
"I’m wondering the same thing," he chuckles. "But I know that I’m here for sure. Are you here?"
After the question, he nips at my neck and rolls his tongue just like he did on my back.
"God, I hope so. You feel so good," I groan, running my hands along his muscled back.
I just want him—this powerful beautiful man—inside me. Right now. I want to feel these muscles beneath my hands flexing as he sinks so deep into me that I forget my name. But I swear Luciano is truly trying to torture me.
He slides my bra straps down so slowly, watching me with those intense, black eyes as he does—studying my reaction always. I should tell him to hurry it along, that he doesn’t have to worry so much, but I’m not sure that’s true. I hope it is. I’ve never felt this safe and protected before. I’ve never felt like I was the one wanting to hurry things along.
When my nipples finally spring free from the lacy fabric, he growls. That sexy fucking growl. I didn’t know that was real—that guys did that. I’m so glad this one does. It makes me want to be eaten, but does he have to do it so slowly?
He feasts on me with his eyes first, taking me in.
In an attempt to press my thighs together at this maddening ache between them, I trap Luciano’s waist, folding my legs around his back as he lowers himself over the first breast and encircles it with his tongue.
"Oh my god, Luci," I moan, arching into him and shamelessly raking my nails down his back. "Please."
He chuckles, pulling my nipple between his teeth and then blowing on it. "Patience, dolcezza. Let me worship you properly."
When he glances up at me before lowering himself over the second breast, I catch that tenderness and care that I can’t put proper words to. All I know is that the way he looks at me touches so much deeper inside than his body ever could, and it makes me just as breathless.
I bite my lip when he leaves the second nipple just as hard as the first and then moves on, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses and nibbles over my stomach. I have the distinct pleasure of watching those shoulder muscles roll in the darkness while he does.
More slowly than the bra straps, he removes my underwear, sliding them down over my legs. And then he just kneels, staring at me. Every instinct is to cover myself, especially under close scrutiny, but instead I let my legs fall open.
"Fuck me," he groans, raking a hand over his face.
"Well, I’m trying, but you’re taking your damn time..."
He chuckles and growls again, diving for me—arms under my thighs, pulling me toward his mouth.
"Oh my god," I gasp, lifting myself on my elbows to watch him, fisting my hands in the sheets.
Luci is buried between my legs, but his dark eyes lift, watching my mouth fall open and my eyes roll back. How... how does he do that with his mouth? With his tongue?
"Luci!" I gasp, not sure if I need him to stop or keep going.
But I thread my fingers through his hair and press him closer until I’m jerking and trembling and making noises I’ve never made before. This should be humiliating, but somehow because it’s him, it’s not.
"You taste so fucking good," he hums. "I could do this all night. Do you want me to do this all night, dolcezza?"
When I look down, he’s smirking. He bites my thigh playfully, making me whimper and jerk uncontrollably.
"I want you to take your pants off," I snap.
It sounds angry, but thankfully he doesn’t take it that way. The breath from his laughter against my sensitive skin makes me whimper again, and I push myself up, taking his mouth in mine—punishing him with the kiss. He tastes like me, and for some reason that’s even hotter.
I make him flip over onto his back, determined to give him the exact same treatment, but I know I’m rougher—biting into his neck and his chest, taking his nipples in my mouth and teasing them with my teeth, sucking them into hard buds that make him curse.
Then I come to his scars, and that’s when my frenzy diminishes. Instead of using my teeth, I press soft kisses over them. I don’t know what violence created these, but I’m grateful he survived.
Luciano is right. These scars of ours, visible and invisible, make us stronger.
When I get to his pants and start undoing the button, he lifts on his elbows to watch me, pulling his legs to help me take the pants off. I try to disguise my shock when I free him from his boxers and am confronted with how large he is. I don’t have a ton of experience, but this is not like anything I’ve encountered before.
I must be staring, because his voice comes out soft to draw my attention.
"Rory..." my eyes flick to him, and I wet my lips. "Come here, sweetheart."
For some reason—maybe because I’m entranced by his giant penis—I listen, crawling up over him and nestling in the crook of his arm, letting him draw me into his chest. He kisses me softly this time, his hand running down my side.
"Are you okay?" He asks against my lips.
"Yes," I whisper back. "You worry so much. Stop."
"You looked scared just now."
A curled finger draws up under my chin, and I’m confronted with those black eyes again.
"You have an intimidating penis, congratulations," I tell him, and we both laugh.
"I would never intentionally hurt you," he says, kissing my nose. "We’ll go slow."
"I know. I’m not worried about it. Sorry, I was just..." I can’t help but giggle. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation, and I cover my face in my hands, shaking my head, cheeks blazing with heat. "Surprised."
Luci kisses me again, deeper this time, hand skating over my skin. The gravity between us takes hold again, and soon I’m arching into him, clawing for him to get closer... even if it hurts, I want him. I want him so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.
But he’s stubborn and doesn’t give in, devouring my mouth instead of the way we both want him to until I break from him, breathless. "Luci, please. Take me, I’m yours."
That toe-curling growl rumbles against my tongue. He reaches past me, pulling a condom out of the far drawer and getting it ready before he lifts my leg over his waist and pulls my ass closer.
"Are you sure, dolcezza?"
How can he not know I’m sure? I don’t bother answering, pulling him back into the kiss instead and angling myself for him. We’re almost mirror imagines, desperately clawing at each other to get closer—closer, as close as we can. And then he finally gives in, lining himself up at that threshold between us and pushing through.
It’s so good, feeling him finally. My mouth drops open on a gasp, but I nod to the question in his eyes. Yes, I’m okay. Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.
He’s slow and deliberate with his movements, and I watch his expressions in awe. He groans with every thrust, taking my mouth, kissing me deeply, cradling me against him. I never knew it could be like this—that I could feel treasured and cared for and so fucking sexy all at once.
"You feel so good, Rory," he says in a coarse whisper, and I hum back. "So fucking good, dolcezza."
He thrusts again and stops, poised inside without moving, and kisses me. And kisses me. And kisses me. Until I think I’m going to come undone from just his tongue alone.
When I’m squirming against him, he finally pistons his hips again—quick and determined, and I’m catapulted off of a height that makes my vision go white. He growls and keeps right on going, making me cry out as I keep hitting that ceiling of ecstasy until we’re both panting and spent in each other’s arms.
"Oh. My god," I say, clinging to him, shaking with after tremors.
He kisses me on the lips—a sweet, brief one, and then pulls back with a smirk. "Luci will do just fine."
