- LUCIANO -
Rory looks like a goddess in black riding me. Nothing has ever felt better, has been more satisfying, than looking up into her eyes misted over with lust and awe and desire as she sinks and rises, mouth dropping open, brows pinched together.
And then I hear her whimper my name. She's so soft and vulnerable again—seeking something from me that she's afraid to lose.
"I'm here," I assure her. "I'm not leaving." I won't ever leave you, tesoro.
And then I feel it. My beautiful girl lets go. She gives over completely.
Rory melts against me, slowing her movements, taking my mouth and giving me more—giving me permission for something I don't quite understand yet. But I take it, meeting her sweet whimpers with a soft growl and flipping her over onto her back.
