"You feel so fucking good," he said. "So good."
She breathed out slowly and felt her body follow the breath, the resistance she had been holding softening.
"There she is," he murmured against her hair. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck and kept moving.
The rhythm he built was slow and deep, adjusting the angle between them.
"Luca—"
Faster.
"You still good?" he managed.
"Don’t stop....Don’t you dare stop."
His free hand found her hip then moved back between her thighs, and the combination of that and him inside her was too much.
She came again. Her walls clenched around him. Each contraction communicating itself to every part of him that was inside her.
"Fuck—" He went with her. His hips drove forward — once, twice, three times — each thrust deep and accompanied by sounds that were equally beyond management, his face buried in her hair, his body shaking.
After a long moment, Luca lifted his head from her hair.
"You’re going to be late," she said.
Luca pressed one unhurried kiss to the side of her neck. "Worth it," he said simply.
A few minutes later, Luca was freshly showered and impeccably dressed. The transformation was almost unfair—his tan slim fit suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the white shirt accentuating his tanned complexion. He matched it with a pair of white casual sneakers. His hair was still slightly damp, pushed back in a way that made him look effortlessly devastating.
Vee watched him with a soft smile. As he stepped closer, she reached for his shirt, her fingers deftly smoothing it where it exposed the skin on his chest. "Keep Valentina in line," Vee reminded him.
Luca raised an eyebrow. "Uh? Do you know your sister at all?"
Vee rolled her eyes. "Well, try your best."
"The best I can do is promise you that she will not get murdered," he said dryly, "although I am so sure she will be actively trying to get herself killed."
Vee let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "That sounds about right."
He reached out, gently taking Vee’s hands in his. "You are my entire life, my entire being. And aside from keeping you safe, I will trade my life for whatever concerns you. I will give my final breath for you."
Vee drew in a slow breath, steadying herself before turning toward the closet. The familiar scent of Luca’s cologne greeted her as she slid the door open. Rows of neatly arranged clothes stared back at her. She began to rummage through the shelves, pushing aside folded sweaters and boxes until her fingers finally brushed against a small, hidden container at the back.

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