His hand went to her waist immediately, strong fingers biting just enough to remind her who he was. He pulled her closer, her body fitting against his.
This was what he wanted. Not submission alone, not obedience for its own sake. He wanted her giving herself to him like this, eyes open, aware of the darkness and still stepping forward. Giving him her trust, her desire. Pleasuring him until he lost control, until the world narrowed to sensation and breath and the way she said his name when she was undone.
A knock came at the front door and Luca groaned. She pulled away but his hand came up, pressing her back against the mattress.
"Ignore it," he murmured. He didn't want to be interrupted—not now, not when she was here, molten and pliant in his arms.
"It might be Nonnina," she said.
"Yes, it is," he said, barely lifting his lips from hers, "Ignore her." His hands molded to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
