He didn't.
His tongue moved over me until the pressure inside reached a catalyst.
The orgasm slammed through my system, making a startled cry escape me as the waves washed through my overstimulated system, leaving me shaking as Luca got back to his feet, reached behind me, fingers sinking into my ass, lifting me up off my feet, carrying me over toward his bed.
Turning, he sat, settling me on his lap as his hands roamed over my back, ass, up my sides, sifted through my hair, giving me a moment to come back down while somehow managing to also drive me right back up with his soft touch.
Pressing back slightly, my hand moved to his shoulder, running over a small tattoo under his collarbone—so small that I'd missed it when I'd seen him shirtless before.
Famiglia.
Family.
Right there near his heart.
My fingers traced each small letter, feeling his heartbeat hammering in his chest at such an innocent touch.
Wanting to know what it would do to him to get more bold, more daring, my hand shifted, fingers gliding over his chest, one finger dipping into the line between his abdominal muscles, following it downward. His muscles twitched under my touch, making my sex tighten, enjoying that kind of control over a man like Luca.
Wanting more of it, I moved my fingertips to the waistband of his pants, tracing it side to side, watching as his chest started to rise and fall quickly, his eyes going molten.
Scooting back, I slid off his lap, kneeling down on the floor between his legs, reaching up to undo his belt, button, zipper, then reaching in to release
him.
A deep breath shuddered through him as my hand closed around him, stroked him once to the hilt.
My gaze held his as my head lowered, as my tongue teased over the head before taking him in my mouth, sucking him deep.
His hand went to the back of my head, fingers sifting into my hair, curling, holding tight as I worked him, feeling his body getting tenser by the moment, his breathing coming out in hisses.
The hand in my hair yanked hard, making pain spread across my scalp as he forced me back, made me release him before I could give him the pleasure he'd given me.
His other hand moved outward, tracing my lower hip as his eyes held mine.
I knew right at that moment that he had no control left.
Yanking my hair, he pulled me up, grabbed me, tossed me back on the bed, his lips moving up my belly, closing around one of my nipples, tongue lavishing, teeth nipping.
Shifting further up, his scruff burned up my neck as his lips moved up, finally, finally claiming mine once again, kissing me long and hard as he reached into the nightstand, found what he was looking for, reached between us for a moment to protect us before moving up onto his knees, then grabbed my legs, yanking them up until my butt was on his thighs.
His thumb moved between my thighs to work my clit as he slammed inside me.
Hard.
Deep.
Claiming every inch of me.
Making my walls tighten around him, needing more of that perfect friction, that long-awaited fullness.
The need inside was an aching, undeniable pressure. I didn't want soft and sweet, and Luca didn't give it to me.
He gave me his need—raw, primal, rough.
My body responded in kind, fingers fisting the sheets, hips rocking against him, whimpers becoming ragged moans.
Luca's hand moved out, grabbing me, pulling me up onto his lap, giving me the lead. Luca's arm went around me, sinking into my ass, guiding my reckless moves, giving me the rhythm I needed to send me up and over the edge, crashing into another orgasm, leaving me clinging to him.