Page 48 of Luca
“Waking up next to me is a privilege,” I replied, teasing her with a wink.
“Right,” she laughed, her eyes dancing with mischief. “What are you going to do to convince me of that?”
“Hmm.” I pondered, pretending to think seriously as I pushed her hair behind her ear. “How about I start with this?”
With that, I rolled her onto her back, leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration that quickly ignited into something deeper. Her hands slid around my neck, pulling me closer as I pressed my body against hers, the cool sheets contrasting sharply with the heat radiating between us.
When I broke the kiss, I looked down at her, breathing heavily, feeling the urgency of desire pulsing through me. “What do you think?”
She grinned, her cheeks flushed. “I think you’re becoming an addiction.”
“Well then, I’d better give you your next fix.”
With a swift movement, I climbed atop her, the weight of my body pressing her into the mattress. She laughed, a sound that filled the air with a lightness I cherished. I leaned down, kissing her again. This time, it was hungry, desperate—a culmination of our fears and the lingering echoes of last night.
Claire’s body responded to mine, arching up against me. I felt her breath hitch in her throat. The intimacy of our connection enveloped us, for the moment drowning out any remnants of anxiety that dared linger.
Our movements became a dance—timed, passionate, and electric. I relished every gasp and sigh, in the way her body fit perfectly against mine, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their match. As we lost ourselves in each other, I felt a possessive surge rise within me. A primal need to claim her, to ensure she knew she was safe here with me.
Moments passed, the outside world fading away, and all that remained was us. I held her gaze as I explored every inch of her body. My lips trailed down her neck, her collarbone, worshipping her in a way I hadn’t thought possible. She was more than just the Ice Queen; she was my icebreaker, melting away the coldness of my past and filling the void with warmth.
When we finally succumbed to the heat between us, it was a moment of pure bliss—a culmination of everything that had brought us to this point. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely her.
In the aftermath, as we lay tangled together in the sheets, I traced idle patterns on her skin. My mind still circled back to Damien. The thought of him stirred my protective instincts, a reminder that this peace was fragile. Claire was strong, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that our fight wasn’t over.
“Hey,” she said softly, drawing me back from my thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“I’m yours, huh?” she asked, her grin taking on a wicked gleam.
“You are,” I grinned back.
“And are you mine?” she questioned, but I could see she already knew the answer by the teasing glint in her eyes.
“Definitely,” I replied, wondering where this was going.
“And would you do anything for me?” She twirled a lock of her hair, pouted, and batted her eyes.
I chuckled, hoping her playfulness would lead to naughtiness. “Of course.”
“Well, I thought you’d like to serve me breakfast in bed.”
Oh. “Sure, babe, what would you like?” I asked, moving out from under her.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To get you something to eat. Do you want some toast? Or something more substantial?”
“Oh, definitely something more substantial, but I don’t think you understand what I have in mind,” she replied, kneeling up, the bed sheets pooling around her.
My jaw dropped, and the semi I’d been sporting since I’d woken, shot to full mast.
The glint in her eyes was wicked as she tugged my hips towards her and her mouth descended. My eyes widened in a shock for a second before my mind processed what she’d been implying. God, I was a lucky bastard.
“Well, eat away, you need your sustenance after all,” I told her, my voice strained as I tried hard to maintain control through the ecstasy of her exquisite attentions mouth around my cock.
As she lapped, sucked, and licked me to release, I held her head gently, fighting the urge to thrust my cock into the back of her throat, unwilling to do anything other than enjoy how much she wanted me.