- RORY -
Instead of promising with words, Luciano kisses me again while his hand continues its slow, beautiful torture of running lightly along my stomach and under the waistband of my underwear.
He doesn't become demanding in anything other than his kiss until his hand runs down my thigh and grasps it, getting a handful of that meaty part and causing me to whimper—not because it hurts, no. Because it's part of the prelude to whatever comes next.
Luci is powerful everywhere. His hands, the way he moves. Having him blanketed over me like this, wanting only me, telling me I won't remember anyone else and then touching me like the tesoro he calls me… it's the most powerful aphrodisiac. He is so sexy, I almost can't believe this is happening. Maybe it's not.
He breaks from the kiss and shifts so that he's no longer on his side but bracing himself over top, between my legs, kissing along my jawline and under my ear.
