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A sob catches in my throat. My heart lets out a breath it’s been holding for years.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Take all of me. You were made for this. For me. Only me.”
My eyes stay shut. I don’t want my fantasy to vanish.
His thrusts are deep, dragging sounds from my chest I didn’t know I still had in me. I cling to him, dizzy, desperate to hold on to the illusion.
“I’ve thought about this every night,” he grits. “How you sound. How you feel.”
My nails dig into his back. My hips rise to meet his.
His tempo never falters. It’s slow, lingering, intentional. Like he’s not just taking my body but showing me it belongs to him.
“Mine,” he echoes, answering my thoughts.
He catches my wrists and pins them above my head, holding me there with one hand. The other grips my hip and pulls me deeper onto him.
This isn’t just desire. It’s a claiming, a reminder of who’s in control.
I bury my face against his neck, inhaling him like oxygen.
His skin is hot, damp with effort, and he smells like sun and salt and something purely him.
God, my mind remembers it all… and fills in the rest.
He releases my wrists and finds my hand instead, threading our fingers together, pressing them over my heart.
He thrusts again, deep and slow, his body perfectly in tune with mine. Each movement drives me higher, the tension inside me winding tighter with every stroke.
My hips rise to meet his, greedy for more, aching for that final snap.
I cling to him, barely breathing, every part of me straining toward the edge.
The tension breaks like fire licking through my veins. It’s sharp and all-consuming.
Pleasure crashes through me, wave after wave. My back arches, my body clenching tight around him as I cry out into his neck.
He groans, deep and raw, and drives into me hard and unrelenting one more time.
Then he follows, hips stuttering, his whole body tensing as he spills inside me.
We move through it together, locked in place, every muscle drawn tight until there’s nothing left but trembling limbs and shared breath.
The pleasure shatters something inside me. The name is there before I can stop it, rising from somewhere deeper than thought.
“Luca…”
I drift under again, his breath tangled in mine. My limbs are heavy. My heart even heavier.
But I keep my eyes shut.
Because if I look…
I might wake up.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Isabella
