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“You want more, don’t you?” he breathes. “You love it when I make you come with my mouth.”
A soft cry tears from my throat. My legs tighten around his shoulders.
“You’re close. I can feel it.” His tongue slides deeper, relentless and skilled. “Let go for me.”
And I do.
My body breaks open, spasming with release as he keeps his mouth on me, coaxing every last tremble from my bones.
I’m floating, gasping, dizzy with the ache of it.
But the ache doesn’t fade.
If anything, it sharpens. His mouth wrung the first climax from me, but it wasn’t enough. Not for what I really crave.
I want more.
More heat. More weight. More of him, everywhere, all at once.
Then he’s above me. As if he heard me.
Heavy. Solid. Real.
I keep my eyes shut, refusing to let go of my fantasy.
If I open them, it might vanish.
Hemight vanish.
I want this to be Luca.
“Tell me you want me,” my fantasy Luca rasps, brushing his lips over my cheek, my jaw. “Tell me you want me to claim what’s mine, wife.”
My breath catches. The hunger that’s been burning through me falters for a moment, knocked off course.
Wife.
It’s my wedding night… with Sebastian.
My husband.
The man who wants to consummate our union.
This is my life now. I’m supposed to embrace it. But the thought hits me like a cold shower.
But I want to love this. I want to treasure this once-in-a-lifetime night.
Maybe pretending is the only way I can truly enjoy it. Because that ache won’t quiet. Not unless I give in completely.
All I can feel is him. And I want more.
So I nod.
“Good,” he breathes. “Because I’m going to take you slow. Until you know who you belong to.”
He slides into me, inch by inch, filling me completely.
His heat engulfs me. I revel in it. His scent is so familiar, his weight perfect… just like I remember. As if my mind is painting the memory so vividly it feels… true.
