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Sunlight spilled in through the curtains as Sutton opened her eyes. It was so bright she knew it had to be late in the morning… the kind of brightness that pressed behind her eyelids and made the world feel slow and still.
Her body ached in places she hadn’t felt in months, the kind of delicious soreness that came from being truly claimed. She stirred beneath the blanket. Her body still ached, and one arm rested over her forehead, the other dragging the sheet up higher as she blinked a few times.
And then she felt him. Her arm brushed his side. She turned her head toward him.
Luca was watching her.
He was sat against the headboard, one leg bent beneath the blanket, the other stretched long beside her. He was naked from the waist up likely entirely naked, knowing Luca. Luca never wore anything to bed.
He lifted his hand and traced slow, absent–minded patterns along the curve of her hip beneath the sheets.
“Have you been awake for a while?” she murmured, voice scratchy with sleep.
He didn’t deny it. “You looked peaceful,” he said simply.
She nodded, blinking away the last of the haze. She shifted again, the sheet slipping lower, and his hand moved up, brushing the underside of her breast with gentle reverence.
His touch was featherlight.
“You didn’t leave,” he said quietly. “I thought I would wake up this morning and you’d be gone.”
“I was unconscious,” she countered, voice dry. “Didn’t have the energy to go anywhere.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Because he remembered what they had been doing. And why she was wrecked.
She reached up and touched his cheek, thumb dragging slowly over the stubble there. “We have them. They can’t do anything now.”
That simple touch was all it took.
He leaned down slowly, cautiously, like testing the moment, and kissed her.
It wasn’t demanding. It wasn’t full of heat and hunger like the night before. It was soft. Lingering. His mouth moved against hers like he was still asking permission.
She gave it.
She hadn’t brushed her teeth, but he didn’t seem to care.
Her lips parted, and he deepened the kiss. His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb sliding behind her ear. Sutton shifted closer, her thigh brushing his, her hand sliding up his chest. He was warm. Solid. Real. Her palm flattened against him, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath smooth, sun–warmed skin
He moved, shifting beside her, his weight easing onto one elbow. Her hand slipped around the back of his neck and pulled him down with her as she lay back on the bed. He followed easily, the other hand pushing the sheet down to reveal the soft, full curve of her belly.
He paused there, just looking.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, voice rough.
Sutton flushed, but didn’t look away. “You’re just saying that because you want to get laid.”
His lips curved. “I said that before I was getting laid, remember? It’s not just skin deep with you.”
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She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips anyway.
His hand splayed over her stomach, warm and large. She covered it with hers, threading their fingers together. They stayed there like that for a moment, breathing in sync.
Then his hand moved again, sliding up, tracing the swell of her breast, cupping her gently. He ran his thumb across her nipple, and it peaked instantly, the sensation sharp and unexpected.
“So different,” he murmured.
She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering closed.
His mouth followed. He trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, then lower. He kissed the space between her breasts, the curve of her ribcage, the swell of her belly. Every inch of her he touched, he kissed.
She arched beneath him, breath catching when his stubble scraped the sensitive skin below her belly button.
Luca’s hands spread over her thighs, thumbs rubbing slow, grounding circles.
“You okay?” he murmured.
Sutton nodded. “Yeah. Just…” She swallowed. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He moved slowly, reverently, kissing his way across her skin like a man making promises.
Then he kissed her inner thighs, one, then the other. She was already damp, the evidence of how badly her body remembered him glistening between her legs.
She felt raw. Open. Seen.
Luca paused there, watching her. His hands held her hips. His mouth was close.
“Still sore?”
“A little,” she said truthfully.
He nodded and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Tell me if I need to stop.”
She nodded again, breath catching. Luca loved her scent. She wasn’t surprised he was going down on her again.
Then his mouth was on her.
He licked her slowly, almost lazily. His tongue moved in long, deliberate strokes up her center, parting her folds, drawing slick heat from her core.
She gasped, hips twitching, one hand reaching down to grip the sheet beneath her.
“Luca,” she breathed.
He didn’t stop. His mouth latched onto her clit, tongue moving in slow, purposeful circles, then soft flicks. Her legs trembled. Her hand found his hair, fingers tightening in it.
He groaned against her. The sound, the vibration/made her cry out.
Then he did it again.
Sutton’s hips lifted off the bed, instinctively seeking more, but his strong arms kept her still. His hands slid beneath her thighs, tilting her hips upward, adjusting her angle, opening her further to his mouth.
He devoured her.
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Not roughly. Not hurried. But with a purpose that made her fall apart beneath him, breathless and stunned by how much she still wanted him. Still
needed him.
He circled her clit again and again until she was trembling, her thighs clamping around his head, her back arching.
She was close. So close.
And Luca knew it.
He slowed just enough to let her hover, then sucked softly, gently, making her come apart with a loud cry of release..
She came hard, gasping his name, her thighs shaking, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kept his mouth on her through the aftershocks, licking her with soft, reverent strokes, like he was helping her down from something vast.
She didn’t speak for a long time.
When she finally opened her eyes, he was there, crawling back up her body, mouth wet, eyes dark.
She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue.
“You let go so easily now. I love it.”
He pushed up onto his knees and gently coaxed her to roll over. She hesitated only for a moment before turning onto all fours, her knees sinking into the mattress, breath shallow.
He ran his hand slowly down her spine, settling at her hips. One hand gripped her firmly; the other trailed between her legs, finding her still warm and
wet.
He slid two fingers through her folds, circling her clit with care, then more pressure, until she was panting again. With his other hand, he twisted her hair gently around his fingers, tugging her head back until her spine arched beautifully.
“I’m going to have fun finding new ways to do this.”
Then he entered her slowly, one inch at a time and when he was fully inside, he didn’t move.
She panted from the fullness.
He held her there, letting her feel him, letting himself feel her. She was hot and tight and perfect, and he groaned deep in his throat as her body clenched around him.
Then he pulled back and drove into her with a thrust that knocked a cry from her throat.
He did it again. And again.
Each time faster. Each time harder.
Her hands fisted in the sheets as he fucked her from behind, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other never leaving her clit.
She was gasping now, barely able to hold herself up.
He pounded into her, deep and fast, sweat slicking his back, his hips slapping against hers, the rhythm relentless.
Her body took him, welcomed him, needed him/
And when he felt her clench again, he growled, knowing she was close, “Come for me,
She shattered with a scream, her body writhing beneath him.
He came seconds later, deep inside her, groaning her name.
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They collapsed together, tangled in the sheets, bodies damp and trembling. He moved her gently onto her side, curling up behind her.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her shoulder.
“I’ve got you.”
