Page 57 of Deadly Vows

I release a soft gasp as sleep has yet to push itself out of my brain fully. All I know is that my body feels good, and I want it to continue. My inner walls are slick with my arousal as they clench on their own, wanting more than just the warmth that circles my entrance.

“Ah,” I moan aloud, my hands flying to Luca’s hair as he continues to lick between my folds. His tongue flattens against my clit, and as if sensing my thoughts, he pushes a finger inside of me, barely easing the ache beginning to build inside of me.

“It’s been so long since I had you, Elise,” he murmurs as he places a kiss on the inside of my thigh. His tongue leaves a warmtrail as he finds his way back to my sex, his hot mouth closing over me. I arch my back as pleasure cascades over me, and I shudder in his arms.

Luca slowly finds his way up my body, leaving a trail of kisses along my thighs, torso, between my breasts, and onto my throat. He gently pulls my skin between his teeth, waiting until he’s coaxed an audible moan from my lips to press his to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, and as he deepens the kiss, my arousal only spikes as his tongue tangles with mine.

My body takes on a mind of its own as my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him flush with me. I feel his hot erection pressing against my stomach as his hand drifts to my thigh, his shaft rubbing against my sex, coating himself with my arousal. I moan softly as he continues to rub himself against my clit, my hips thrusting in desperation for release.

Finally, I feel Luca’s cock pressing against my entrance. He slowly enters me, making me feel every inch as I take him in, breaking our kiss so that I can moan my pleasure aloud. Luca takes the opportunity to lick over my pulse, and I wrap my legs around him as we become flush with one another.

He slowly pulls out of me, thrusting back inside with more intensity than before, forcing a cry from my lips.

“I missed your body so much,” he groans.

Luca’s shaft stretches me as he continues to plunge in and out of me, finding the perfect rhythm to keep me on the edge of release.

“I enjoy you like this…soft and ready for me,” he murmurs.

He rolls his hips, his cock brushing deeper inside of me. My nails dig into his back as he grips my ass, holding me tight as he thrusts, stroking me to higher heights until, finally, my body comes apart.

I moan, grinding my hips against him as my orgasm washes over me at a delightfully slow pace. My inner walls clench histhrusting shaft, pulsing with pleasure until I feel him grunt, shuddering against me. He spills his release inside of me, his thrusts growing shallow as we find release together.

Our labored breathing fills the silence, and Luca kisses me once again, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. When Luca pulls away, instead of giving me a smart remark or threatening me, he pulls me silently on top of his chest, his hands gently stroking my hair. He doesn’t speak as we lie together.

And I allow my body to fall back into its slumber, content to leave my minds wanderings to the morning.

I’ve never seen Luca be kind to anyone. The only exception has been his father and Nicolai or Romelo on occasion. But as I came down the steps this morning, I caught him in the yard with my brother once again. This time, however, it wasn’t to reprimand him. He’s teaching him. And I’ve been glued to the bar, watching ever since.

Luca has an expression of patience as he shows him how to properly shear the new bushes that have been planted. Warmth washes over me as I notice Luca’s hands. The same hands that woke me up in the middle of the night for pleasure. I don’t know what’s come over Luca in the past few days or what’s changed, but he has shifted his intentions not only with my brother’s future but with me.

He seems calmer these days.

Enzo carefully watches Luca, taking in everything he says to him. I can’t help but wonder why Luca decided to keep him around instead of hiding him from me. It’s as if he’s dangling my brother’s life before me. He has to know that I know. Buthe won’t acknowledge it. It feels like an open secret between us. And I don’t know if I should approach it or leave it where it is.

I tense when I hear something I haven’t heard in a long time. Luca’s laughter. It isn’t laced with cruelty or existent at the expense of someone’s life. His eyes are closed, his head tilted toward the sun as he smiles, making my heart beat slightly faster as I take in the sight.

Once Luca feels Enzo is up to the task, he hands him the shears before making his way to the house.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself. I’ve been standing here, watching them. I quickly move about the kitchen, placing a coffee cup under the machine, biting back my sigh of relief as Luca enters at the same time the coffee begins to brew.

I keep my back to him, not wanting him to know what I’ve been doing. I try to keep my breathing steady as he approaches, pulling me flush against him. His lips find my throat, and his scent fills my senses. He smells like himself and grass, the warmth of his body comforting as he mumbles against my skin.

“You slept in this morning,” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I hate the way my body reacts to him. But after last night, it’s as if my mind has been reset, my body remembering how Luca’s hands have always given me the pleasure I seek.

“I have something I want to talk to you about,” he says, placing me on high alert.

He slowly turns me around to face him, his gray eyes roaming over me as he watches for any signs that he shouldn’t continue.

“But I need to know that you can handle it,” he says.

My stomach twists as he continues to watch me, warning me with his cryptic choice of words.

“Okay…,” I murmur.

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