Vee's body trembled against him, nails digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I…God…Luca…" she whimpered, trembling, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. "Please…don't stop. I can't…can't hold back…"
He had always been a man who took what he wanted—but with her, it was about building, shaping.
"Luca…" she gasped, "I'm…so close…please…"
"Give me everything Bambola."
Her body quivered violently, a shiver of surrender racing from head to toe. Her orgasm hit her hard, even harder than ever. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but she didn't ask for it, so he wasn't going to.
"Now, see…that?" Luca said as he watched her come down from her high. "That…you cannot fake."
Vee let out a shaky breath, her body humming, the aftershocks rippling through her in slow, traitorous waves. Her legs felt weak, she was still finding her balance in a world that had shifted several degrees off center. She nodded, unable to summon wit.
"I have to go," she said. "Can I go?"
