Isabella woke to the sound of the city outside, the morning light creeping through the heavy curtains. But as her eyes fluttered open, she realized she wasn't in the same room as before. She wasn't alone either.
She turned her head to find Luca lying beside her, his body pressed against hers, his arm draped over her waist. His breath was steady, his chest rising and falling with each inhale, but there was something different in the air today. Something more charged.
The memory of their last night together the intensity of his touch, the way he had taken control flooded her senses. Her body still ached with the aftereffects, but it wasn't painful. It was a reminder of the pleasure, the power he had over her.
And she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Luca had made her feel something she couldn't ignore, a hunger inside her that was only growing stronger. The desire to submit, to give in completely to him, was becoming an obsession.
She shifted, trying not to wake him, but his grip on her tightened, pulling her back against his chest.
"Not so fast," he murmured, his voice low, still thick with sleep.
Before she could say anything, Luca's lips were on her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her shoulder. His hand moved from her waist, sliding under the covers to rest on her thigh, fingers gently massaging the soft skin.
The way he touched her, with such familiarity and dominance, made her heart race. She could feel her body responding to him even before she understood what he was doing. He wasn't just waking her up with his kisses he was setting the tone for the day.
Her breath hitched, her chest tightening with a mix of anticipation and need. His hand slid up higher, teasing her, sending electricity through her body.
"You want this," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine.
She didn't have to speak. She didn't need to say the words. Her body was already answering for her. The heat between her legs was undeniable, and as Luca's fingers brushed closer to the apex of her desire, she couldn't help but sigh, her eyes closing as she gave in to him once again.
He didn't waste time. His fingers slid inside her, teasing, but never fully giving her what she needed. The tension in her body mounted as she squirmed beneath him, craving his touch, her pulse racing in anticipation.
"Luca," she gasped, her voice shaky, the need for him overwhelming.
He smirked against her neck. "Patience. You'll get what you deserve, but not yet."
His hand withdrew, and before she could protest, Luca's lips were on her again, his kiss hot and possessive. The taste of him, the roughness of his tongue against hers, made her lose herself. His hands roamed over her body, lifting her hips slightly to align their bodies in a perfect, aching fit.
Luca pulled back for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. There was a rawness in his gaze, a fire that burned deep in his soul, and she knew what he wanted.
"Today," he said, his voice low, dark with desire, "we explore more of what we both want."
Before Isabella could say anything, Luca was on top of her, his lips crashing down onto hers once more. He kissed her fiercely, taking control, making her forget everything but him.
His hands roamed down her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing gently, the sensation making her moan into the kiss. His thumb brushed over her hard nipple, and she gasped, the pleasure rippling through her body.
"I'm going to make you beg for it today," he said, his voice a dark growl, as he moved down her body. He wasn't rushing, though. No, he was savoring her taking his time, exploring her, making her need him.
Her skin burned under his touch as he kissed his way down to her breasts, sucking gently at one nipple while his other hand massaged the other. She couldn't hold back the moans, couldn't control the desire building in her.
Every kiss, every touch, was a challenge a game where she had to surrender, give him all of herself, even though she could feel the heat inside her rising with every moment. He had her. She was his.
Luca didn't stop there. His mouth trailed lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, before finally reaching the place she wanted him the most. His fingers spread her open, and she gasped, her body quivering as his tongue flicked over her sensitive skin.
"Luca," she moaned, her fingers clutching the sheets as his mouth moved over her, licking and tasting. His name was all she could say, all she could think. She needed him, wanted him, and she wasn't ashamed of it anymore.
He worked her with his mouth, his tongue teasing and pushing her closer to the edge. Isabella could feel her body unraveling under his expert touch, the build-up of every nerve ending screaming for release. But Luca wasn't in a hurry. He was torturing her, taking his sweet time to make her crave the climax, forcing her to surrender completely.
Her body was on fire. She could feel it coming, the wave of pleasure crashing over her, but just as she was about to give in, Luca pulled away, leaving her breathless and frustrated.
"No," she whimpered, trying to pull him back to her.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers gripping her waist as he hovered above her. "Patience, Isabella. We're not done yet."
Her body was trembling with need, aching for him, and when he finally entered her, it felt like everything had finally aligned. Every thrust, every movement felt like a burning need finally being satisfied. Luca moved with relentless force, pushing her toward something indescribable pleasure and desire mingling until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
She came first, a violent wave of ecstasy crashing through her as her body spasmed beneath him. But Luca didn't stop. He took her harder, faster, pushing her to another climax before pulling her back to him, her body pressed against his as she begged him for more.
When they finally collapsed together, spent and breathless, Luca didn't move. He didn't need to. They were tangled in the sheets, a mess of desire and exhaustion, and he was still inside her, his body pressing her into the bed.
"This is just the beginning," he whispered in her ear, his voice dark with promise. "Every day, Isabella. Every day, I'm going to make you beg for it."