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VALENTINA
His hands are everywhere, rough and warm and sure as he pulls me from the bed, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss is raw, desperate, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before his tongue claims me, demanding and insistent. I barely have time to breathe before he spins me around, pressing my back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The contrast between the heat of his body and the chill of the glass sends a shiver racing through me, but he’s already pressing closer, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel every inch of him, hard and pulsing, pressing against me.
“You remember this?” he growls, his voice low and rough against my ear. “The way I took you the first time? The way you begged for more?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he presses his hips forward, teasing me, making me ache for him. “Luca, please.”
“Please what?” he demands, his lips trailing down my neck, his stubble scraping my skin in the most delicious way. “Tell me what you want, Valentina. Say it.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice breaking as he grinds against me, the friction sending a wave of heat through my body. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He chuckles darkly, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder. “So needy. So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, arching against him, my body begging for more.
With one hand braced against the glass and the other gripping my ass, he positions himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My breath catches, my body taut with anticipation as he pushes in, inch by inch, stretching me until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressing against mine as he buries himself fully. “You’re so goddamn tight. You feel like heaven, Valentina.”
I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, dragging against every sensitive inch of me. The angle is devastating, the glass cool against my back as his cock hits the perfect spot with every stroke.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Pressed up against the glass like this. Do you know how perfect you are? How fucking gorgeous you look when you’re falling apart for me?”
“Luca,” I gasp, my head falling back against the window as his pace quickens, each thrust harder, deeper, more relentless. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, raw and primal, and I can feel the heat building low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every movement.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his hand sliding up to grip my throat gently, tilting my head back so I can’t look anywhere but at him. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, my body arching against him as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “I’m yours, Luca. Always.”
“Damn right you are,” he mutters, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. “And this pussy? It’s mine too. Mine to fuck, mine to own, mine to make scream.”
“Yes,” I cry, my voice breaking as he reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling with ruthless precision. “Luca, I?—”
“Come for me,” he commands, his tone dark and possessive. “Come all over my cock, Valentina.”
I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and consuming, my body clenching around him as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop, driving into me through the waves of pleasure, prolonging it until I’m trembling, barely able to hold onto him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His breathing is still ragged, his body pressed firmly against mine, and even now, I can feel him hard and throbbing inside me. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my thighs as if he can’t let go. He pulls back slightly, his eyes blazing with a mix of satisfaction and hunger that sends a fresh shiver through me.
“You’re not done, are you?” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
His lips curl into a dark, wicked smile. “Not even close.”
Without pulling out, he lifts me effortlessly, his cock still buried deep inside me as he carries me toward the bed. Every step sends jolts of sensation coursing through my body, the friction keeping me on the edge, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him.
“You’re mine, Valentina,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not stopping until you know it. Until you feel it in every inch of your body.”
I whimper, my head falling against his shoulder as he lowers us onto the bed. He keeps me pinned beneath him, never breaking the connection between us, his cock sliding deeper as he adjusts our position. My thighs tighten around his waist as his hips begin to move again, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing through me.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “How perfectly you take me? Like your body was made for this. Made for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as he thrusts harder, his pace quickening. “Luca, I?—”
