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Just like I remembered. Sweet and tart and fucking mine.

Her breath leaves her body in a ragged moan, her back arching with each flick of my tongue, each long, languished lap. I groan into her, drowning in the way she gasps my name, her hands tangling in my hair, her legs already trembling from the attention.

She’s wet, hot, and sweet—fuck,so sweet—and I can’t get enough. Every flick, every soft bite, every stroke of my tongue is designed for one thing only—making her come undone beneath me. And from the way she writhes and moans, she’s getting close. I use her juices to lubricate my fingers and slowly slide into her wet pussy, curving them in a way that will have her seeing stars in no time.

“Lucky… Oh, my God—”

“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her clit, not letting up. “Let go.”

She whimpers something between a curse and my name, her thighs clamping around my shoulders as she rides my tongue and fingers with everything she’s got. Her nails dig into my scalp, her fingers pulling on the strands of my hair as she momentarily rises her back from the bed just so she can keep my head hostage in between her thighs.

I start fucking her with my fingers, faster and deeper, as my tongue, teeth, and lips tease her swollen clit.

“Lucky!” She falls apart with a cry that sends fire straight through me, my cock hardening to the point of pain.

Frankie then collapses back on the bed, panting, her eyes glassy with aftershock from the earth-shattering orgasm that just ripped her soul in half.

I crawl back up to her, brushing her damp hair off her forehead and kissing her lips, slow and sweet, as if making her a promise.

“Still think you only like methis much?” I whisper against her mouth, grinning as I mimic the tiny gap between her fingers.

She laughs, breathless. “Shut up.”

Her laugh turns into a gasp as I flip her over, putting her on all fours, already aching for more.

“Sure thing. Right after round two.”

Chapter 18

Luciano

A few rays of early dawn filter through the window curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, soft and dreamlike. The kind of light that makes everything feel suspended, as if time itself is trying to hold still.

Frankie’s head rests on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. My fingers drift through her hair, slow and tender, as if I were memorizing her feel, strand by strand.

Last night, we did everything but fuck. And I can say, without a single ounce of doubt, that it was the sexiest night of my life. Just having her next to me… was enough. Her warmth, her breath, her heartbeat syncing with mine—that was intimacy on a level I didn’t know I craved until I had a taste of it.

We barely slept, too greedy to waste even a second of this stolen time. But now that the first signs of a new day threaten to burst the spell we’re under, I’m reluctant to say goodbye to the night because that will mean I’ll have to let her go. And I’m not ready for that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that.

“I should go back to my room,” she yawns, but instead of moving away, she just nuzzles in closer.

“No,” I murmur, wrapping my arm tighter around her. “You’re exactly where you belong.”

She giggles, the sound soft and sleepy. “You’re awfully possessive this morning.”

“Get used to it.” I slap her bare ass lightly and grin when it jiggles just for me.

She lifts her head slightly, giving me a half-lidded, amused look. “Did you justspankme?”

“That was a love tap, babe. But if that turned you on, I’m more than happy to give you the real deal.” I wink. She rolls her eyes instead of giving me the green light, her smile lazy and perfect as she rests her head back on my chest. “Next time, then,” I add with a smirk.

“You’re incorrigible,” she mumbles, already drifting.

No, Frankie. What I am is yours.But for what feels like the millionth time in the past twenty-four hours, I keep that loaded truth to myself. Again. The words have been clawing at the back of my throat all night. Words like,I’ve fallen for you. I love you. You’re mine now.Possessive and sappy rom-com movie shit like that.

There’s this burning ache in my chest that needs to unburden itself and tell her all my secrets, starting with the fact that I’ve fallen in love with her. But I can’t. Not when I’m not sure she’s even close to feeling the same for me.

I know Frankie’s attracted to me. Hell, she might evenlikeme a little. But love? I don’t know if she’s there yet. I don’t know if she’ll ever be there… not when that whole joining-the-nunnery plan of hers is still lurking like a shadow, creating a wedge between us.

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