Chapter 0297


    I moan again, hard, as Luca touches me, his hand moving slowly lower, sliding his fingers against


    the slick skin he finds there. Subtly, moving without even thinking about it, I shift my feet further


    apart, wanting him to touch me deeper, wanting more.


    “Good girl,” Luca murmurs, his voice a purr in my ear. I shift my eyes upwards towards him, my


    vision hazy, not understanding because – because what’s good – what did I –


    But Luca just shakes his head and kisses me again, passing words down our bond. Don’t think, he


    instructs, his voice a tender purr. Just feel.


    And so I do as he says – I give myself over to the sensations as Luca gently strokes me, his fingers


    nimble as he expertly finds just the precise spot where I want him to press. And then, slowly, he


    begins to stroke and tease me there, his movements a steady rhythm that builds something in me –


    a heat, and a need, and a desperate me that seeks to burn – to destroy everything in its path and


    wipe everything out with it.


    I tear my mouth to the side, unable to handle the intensity of it, his name a breath on my lips. He


    shifts again then, moving his hand away from that spot, and the building intensity inside of me


    wanes in a way that makes me gasp in protest, my eyes opening, seeking his, wanting to know why


    –


    Luca just smiles at me, and shakes his head, and shifts his hand lower so that his fingers press at


    my entrance. His thumb takes their ce higher up, turning in slow circles that make me shiver.


    But now that I feel him there, at my entrance, his fingers teasing, just barely pressing in – it’s all I


    want. My hips buck forward on their own, urging him onward, wanting him to feel him fill me. But


    Luca just pulls back, denying me what I want. I groan, and shiver, and stare up at him, not


    understanding, my mind absolutely nk with anything but want for him.


    My entire body now is tense with wanting it, my knees shaking, because I’m close – I’m so close –


    and he’s deliberately holding back now. I shake my head at him, not understanding, my panting


    moansing with almost every breath.


    Luca smiles at me, delicious and wicked, and he drops the hand that’s pinning my wrist to the


    lockers above me. He wraps that hand in the hair that grows at the base of my neck instead, pulling


    gently, just enough to make me moan so loud at the intensity of it that I’m not sure the entire gym


    outside doesn’t hear.


    Not that I care. Not that I care about anything right now, except –


    “Beg me,” he breathes into my ear, before his tongue licks me, just once, across my earlobe and


    then down the length of my neck. “Beg me for it, Ariel.”


    I resist for just a moment, but then god – fuck – I give in.


    “Please,” I groan, eager to obey, eager to give him anything he wants, if he’ll just… “Please, Luca,” I


    say again, shaking my head, hardly able to bear it.


    My mate instantly obeys, turning my head back to his and capturing my mouth with his lips as his


    hand shifts lower, as two of his fingers press inside of me, as his thumb flicks harder against that


    point at the crest of me that makes me shiver and gasp. Luca’s fingers pulse once, twice, and then


    they curl deliciously forward –


    The moan that tumbles from my mouth is intense as I spill over, as whatever dam within me breaks


    and the sensation races through my body. Luca holds me tight, kissing me through it as his fingers


    continue to curl in that way that shatters me, that sends sparks through my blood, that feels like a


    living me consuming me from the inside out. I groan, and shudder, shaking against him as little


    sobs break from my lips. I barely notice, can barely describe it, but somehow it feels like wind


    rushes through the room – raising the hair off my sweaty neck, carrying sparks with it.


    And then it subsides, and I’m panting, and Luca’s got one arm tight around my back, the other


    withdrawing from me and slipping around to the back of my leg as I gasp against him, my knees


    going weak,pletely unable to hold myself up anymore.


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    But Luca’s there, shushing softly to me, holding me tight. He quickly steps back to sit down on the


    bench and takes me with him, gathering me up into hisp as I go to puddy in his arms, resting my


    head against him as the feeling echoes through me, pounding and then fading, less and less, until I


    can breathe again, until I cane back to myself.