It felt like Luca's insides were being ripped out and Sophia was the only person who could take the pain away.
Yet he wouldn't listen to his urge to go back into her room. He didn't want to ruin the image she had of him. She had finally trusted herself to him.
The urge to capture and make her his was overwhelming him and he locked the door.
He looked down at himself and ran a hand over his sweating face. His manhood was visible out of the top of his pants. It stabbed his lower abs and pointed at him as if accusing him of what he deprived it of.
It was against his physiology to have a woman like Sophia writhing in pleasure underneath him and not do anything but pay attention to her needs.
He put a hand over his length and bit back a groan.
