Page 60 of The Destruction You Desire
"I know what you're doing," I confess once I release him.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, nuzzling my neck and nipping at my skin, enough to send a bolt of pain through me.
"I don't want you holding back, Luc."
He eases back from me and looks me dead in the eye.
"You think I'm holding back to punish myself?"
"Aren't you? It seems to be your favorite kind of punishment."
His eyes bounce between mine for a few seconds, I'm not sure if there's disbelief or pride within them that I've worked him out.
"Don't worry, P. I'll make sure I get mine."
He captures my lips once more before I have a chance to argue.
The water stops falling on us a second later and he pulls me from the wall, carrying me with ease through the bathroom and toward the bed.
Both of us drip all over the ancient, worn carpet but neither of us cares enough to do anything about it.
His kiss continues long after he lowers me to the mattress and climbs between my thighs. His still hard cock teases my entrance but despite grinding my hips in the hope of finding some friction, he doesn't move to take me again, much to my disappointment.
"You're a filthy little slut, Peyton Banks. You only want me for my cock, don't you?"
"Luca," I moan when he sucks on the sensitive bit of skin beneath my ear.
I want to tell him that I want way more of him than that, that I always have, but I slam my lips shut and swallow down the words. That isn't what this is. This is me needing an escape. Nothing that is happening right now is in any way an indication of what the future might hold for either of us.
His lips descend my body, kissing, licking, and nipping, giving me just a taste of the pain I demanded of him in the bathroom.
"Oh God," I cry, my back arching for more when he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin. My pussy floods with heat, the muscles tightening in search of the friction I need to lose myself once more.
Luca continues teasing me, switching from side to side just when I think a few seconds more might be enough to send me crashing over the edge he stops.
"Luca, please," I beg as he kisses down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel and staring up at me with his dark and determined eyes.
"You wanted me at my worst, baby."
"I-I know but—fuck, p-please," I whimper as he spreads my legs as wide and they'll go, blowing a stream of air across the heated skin.
"So wet for me."
I roll my hips, hoping it'll be the move he needs to drop his mouth to me.
"Tell me what you want, baby. Give me enough detail and I might just do it."
The cocky smirk he shoots me makes me wonder if I want to kill him or kiss him more at this moment.
"Eat me, Luc. Eat me until I'm screaming your name and our neighbors know exactly how good you are."
"Filthy slut," he mutters as he dives for me, licking up the entire length of me, lapping at my juices like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
"So sweet, baby. I'll eat you all fucking night if you need it."
My fingers twist in his hair, my hips leaving the bed in my need for more, for everything he can give me.
He eats me like a man possessed, bringing me to the brink over and over but never once letting me fall. It's the sweetest torture and everything I need right now.
