Page 174 of Mine Again
His thrusts deepen. His breath roughens.
We’re not who we were five years ago. We’re not soft and shy and stolen anymore.
This is different.
More primal. More demanding. And it feels like coming home.
But don’t mistake this for anything less than love. Of that, I’ve never been more certain.
It’s in the way he touches my face between thrusts. In the way his lips brush the edge of my jaw like he cannot stop reminding himself I’m here. It’s in every breath he gives me, every groan against my throat, every time he whispers my name.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my fingers digging in, desperate to hold on as the heat inside me builds fast. I sense him holding back, his muscles tight with restraint, his jaw clenched. He’s still giving me everything, but he’s not letting himself fall yet.
He’s waiting for me. That part hasn’t changed.
And I’m so close I can taste it.
Heat is spiraling tighter, coiling low. My breath shortens. My body arches into him, desperate to reach the peak. Every nerve lights up. Every sound he makes feeds the ache.
So close.
“Luca,” I gasp, legs tightening around his waist, hips arching into him with each thrust. “Please. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he breathes, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes dark with arousal.
I slide my fingers into his hair and pull him to me, kissing him like I’m losing myself and the only place I exist is in him.
And then I shatter.
Fireworks detonate behind my eyes. My entire body jerks. My breath catches in my throat. I cry out into his mouth, unable to hold anything back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
My thighs clamp around him, my hands clutch at his shoulders likeI’ll break if I let go.
And through it all, he stays right there. Inside me. With me.
Holding me together even as I fall apart.
I expect Luca to follow me into the abyss, but he pulls out of me abruptly and scoots down on the bed.
My brain barely has time to catch up before his two thumbs spread my lips wide and his tongue delves into my folds.
“Oh God!”
That tongue of his. It’s magic; always has been, and apparently nothing has changed.
“I want your release on my tongue,” he declares as he buries his face in my pussy.
His stubble gives me the perfect friction between my legs, and my entire body shudders in delight.
“God, you’re still so good at this,” I moan as his tongue dives deeply inside me, fucking me like his cock just did.
“And you still taste like heaven.”
He reaches up and palms my breasts, fingers rolling my nipples.
“This is t-too m-much,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sheer overload of sensation. It’s so good it hurts.
He ignores my stammered protest, his mouth relentless. Sucking. Licking. Driving me straight into madness.
