Chapter 97
Amber looked up at him, her breathing shallow, her mind caught in a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, excitement, and a deep longing she could no longer suppress. Luca’s gaze was fixed on her, his dark eyes smoldering with a desire so potent it made her tremble. Yet there was something more in his expression—something tender and unspoken, a depth that reached past the physical and into the very core of her being.
“Do you trust me, *mia stella*?” he whispered, his voice low and rough.
“Yes, Luca,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with anticipation. A small, knowing smile curved his lips as he leaned closer, brushing a kiss along her temple, then her jaw.
He took his time, his lips leaving a trail of warmth down her neck, pausing to nuzzle the sensitive hollow of her throat. Amber’s hands instinctively found his shoulders, her fingers gripping him as if to anchor herself to reality. His hand slid down her side, skimming over her waist until it rested on her hip. Slowly, achingly slowly, he let his fingers drift lower, his touch light as a feather until it reached the edge of her silk panties.
Amber gasped, her body tensing under the gentle pressure. His fingers teased her over the juncture between her legs exploring the warmth radiating from her, and he let out a soft hum of approval.
“You’re already so ready for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. Amber’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head, but Luca wasn’t having it. He gently tilted her chin back toward him, his eyes locking onto hers with a look that made her stomach flutter. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, his tone commanding but kind. “I want to see every part of you—every reaction, every moment.” As if on cue, his fingers dipped inside those lips, slipping through her folds with an expertise that sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. Amber’s hips arched instinctively, her lips parting in a soft gasp. Luca’s hand stilled for a moment, and he brought his fingers up to his lips, tasting her. “Delizioso,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. Amber’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Luca lowered himself, his lips tracing a path down her body.
She barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth was on her, his tongue exploring her with a skill that left her helplessly writhing beneath him. He alternated between soft, teasing strokes and deeper, more insistent movements, drawing cries from her that she couldn’t control. Amber’s hands gripped the sheets tightly, her head thrown back as waves of pleasure built inside her, each one more intense than the last. “Luca,” she breathed, her voice quivering as her body tightened under his ministrations. He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment, filled with pride and adoration. “I’ve got you,” he promised softly before resuming his attentions.
Amber’s world shattered as the climax overtook her, her cries filling the room. Her body shook, and Luca held her steady, his hands grounding her as she rode the wave. But he wasn’t finished. Moving back up, he hovered over her, his lips brushing hers in a kiss so gentle it brought tears to her eyes. She felt the press of his hardness against her, and a fresh wave of heat washed over her. “You drive me crazy, *mia stella,*” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire. He pressed himself against her core, the friction igniting every nerve in her body. “Luca, please,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her need undeniable.
He grinned, a mischievous, almost boyish expression that made her heart skip. “Not yet,” he teased, rocking against her just enough to send her spiraling again. “I want to feel you completely, but not before I’ve made you lose control one more time.” His words were both a promise and a challenge, one Amber had no doubt he intended to fulfill.
Amber barely had a chance to catch her breath before Luca shifted, his body pressing against hers, his weight comforting yet electrifying. She felt him, solid and warm, pressing against her core with maddening precision. Only, he wasn’t quite inside of her yet and that drover her crazy, the space between them only heightened the sensations, teasing her to the brink. “Luca…” Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscles as if anchoring herself against the onslaught of sensation. “You’re so responsive, *mia stella,*” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He began to move, slow and deliberate, the friction driving her wild. Each rock of his hips sent sparks shooting through her body, igniting nerves she hadn’t realized were so sensitive. His lips brushed hers, soft at first, then more insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Amber’s breathing turned ragged, her body arching into his, silently begging for more. “Luca, please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with raw need. “Not yet,” he whispered against her lips, his tone teasing but filled with adoration. He adjusted his movements, angling himself so that every glide of his hips against her heat sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She clung to him, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” she cried, her voice thick with desperation. Luca stilled, his dark eyes locking onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. “Patience, *amore mio,*” he teased, but the strain in his voice betrayed his own struggle for control. Tears of frustration welled up in Amber’s eyes, her emotions a chaotic mix of overwhelming need and vulnerability. Because he was still not inside of her, their flesh touching, teasing, torturing, just not filfulling the need.
“Luca, please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I want you… I need you… now.” His playful grin faltered, replaced by a look of intense emotion. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “You’re so beautiful when you need me like this,” he murmured, his voice soft. As he finally decided that his wife had enough teasing for a day and so had he. He wanted her now, needed her infact at that instant. But there was something that suddenly, stiked him like a shocking realization, something he had foolishly ignored, before starting this dangerous dance with fire. “Shit! Shit! Fuck!” He was so damn frustrated he could have burst a blood vessle, as he looked frantically around the room. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “What?” Amber asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. Luca pulled back slightly, raking a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t think—I don’t have… protection.” His words were tinged with such utter frustration and regret. That he sounded like an angry bull, who had been tied with a harness. Amber’s cheeks flushed, her hands still gripping his arms.
She bit her lip, her heart pounding. “Luca…” He leaned down suddenly, his eyes clearing up pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his expression tender. “I’ll fix this,” he promised. “But first, let me take care of you—*completely.*”
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