My cheeks flamed in mortification and I lowered my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to slide off him or even close my legs. His fingertips against my venus felt good even if they'd stopped moving.
"Look at me, wife," He said in a rough voice.
I peered into his eyes even as my face felt close to exploding from shame.
"Are you embarrassed because of this?" He traced a finger over my wet panties.
My butt arched and I exhaled harshly. I couldn't say anything. My lips were parted as small sounds that weren't quite moans slid out.
His moved his finger up and down, gently, teasingly, and small shivers of pleasures slithered through my body. I'd always thought that passion and orgasms came as a forceful wave leaving nothing in their wake, something almost intimidating but this was like a slow trickling.
And a deliciously sweet tension mounting to something bigger.
I quivered on top of him, my fingers clinging to his shoulders. He never sped up his stroking but the pleasure rose with every brush.
His eyes bore into mine as he slid two fingers over my opening then between my folds and pressed down on my spot.
How could this feel so intense?
He wasn't even touching my skin. I gasped and trembled as sparks of pleasure shot through my body. I buried my face against his neck as I clung to him.
His finger rubbed my spot through my panties, slower and slower until he simply rested his hand possessively over my folds.
He pressed his face into my hair.
"God, you're so wet, Wife. If you knew how much I want you right now, you'd run away." He laughed darkly.
"I can almost feel your wetness on mine."
I didn't say anything, only tried to calm my breathing. His heartbeat was strong and fast beneath my cheek. He shifted and his length briefly brushed my inner thigh. He felt hot and hard.
"Do you want me to touch you?" I said in the quietest whisper.
I was half-scared and half-excited about seeing him naked and actually touching him. I wanted to lay my claim on him, wanted to make him forget about the women of his past.
His hand on my back tightened and he drew in a deep breath, his chest expanding under me.
"No," he growled, and I lifted my head in confusion and a little hurt.
Some of it must have showed, because Luca smiled grimly.
"I'm not quite sure myself yet, Wife. There's too much darkness on the surface, too much blood and anger. Today was bad."
He shook his head.
"When I came home today and found you lying on the sofa, so innocent and vulnerable and mine."
Something flickered in his eyes, some of the darkness he'd mentioned.
"I'm glad you don't know the thoughts that ran through my head then. You are my wife and I swore to protect you, if necessary even from myself."
"You think you'd lose control?" I whispered.
"I know it."
"Maybe you underestimate yourself."
I trailed my fingers over his shoulders. I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
And he had scared me, there was no denying it. But he had snapped out of it.
"Maybe you trust me too much."
He ran a finger over my spine, sending a new wave of tingling toward my venus.