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Her mouth curves upward. The smile guts and melts me at the same time.
“No, I’m fine.”
Her fingers curl into fists. She’s stopping herself from reaching for me. She wants to be closer again. I want that too… after.
Despite the fire between us, she lets me do this. She knows I need this for my peace of mind.
So she doesn’t protest as my eyes track over every visible inch of her, taking stock. She uses the pause to drag in air like she’s refilling her lungs. But she never looks away.
Her gaze stays locked on mine, heavy with a desire that doesn’t fade even under my inspection.
My gut churns when I spot the cuts on her knuckles and forearm. Dried blood crusts them. I hate the sight of it, hate that she got hurt.
My eyes rake down her body. The bottom of her knee-length dress is torn, and there’s a deeper cut on her thigh, but it isn’t bleeding anymore.
The sight of her cuts and scratches sears through me until all I want is to hunt Hale down all over again and pummel his smug face until it’sunrecognizable. But not now. Isa always comes first. She’s my priority.
I sweep her body with my eyes one more time, but this seems to be the extent of her injuries.
Still, I ask. “Did he hurt you in any way? Did he touch you?”
She shakes her head. “No, Hale preferred psychological warfare over physical harm.”
It eats me up not to know what he tried, but Isa won’t have it.
Like the queen she is, she declares, “Later,mio falco. Right now, I need you to hold me.”
She throws her arms around me and hoists herself back up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She presses her lips against mine, making a small sound in her throat. It breaks me, and I press in deeper, taking and giving in the same breath.
Outside the door, men move about, their radios crackling. The world hasn’t stopped burning. But in this sunlit room with Isa’s body against mine, it has. I reach for the lock on the door and turn it, sealing us in. For this moment, there’s only Isa and me.
We kiss like we can make up for every stolen second. Her nails bite into my neck, and I press her higher against the wall. She gasps into my mouth, clinging to me.
“I love you,” I tell her, the words rough with everything I feel.
I kiss her slow, then hard, then slow again. The noise outside dulls to a distant rush. My body is a live wire, my head light.
All that exists is her heat, her scent in my nostrils, the way she says my name like it belongs to her. Because it does.
“Luca, I love you.”
I pull back an inch. Her eyes are wet and blazing. My thumb brushes her cheekbone, and she leans into my hand and chases my mouth.
With my other hand, I yank up her dress, bunch it around her waist, and drag down my zipper.
All I can think about is being inside her, feeling that she’s alive. I’ll make sure nothing and no one can ever take this from us again.
I push aside her panties as I free my cock. It’s been rock hard sincethe moment my lips touched hers.
Scooping her up into my arms, I lower her onto my steel. I don’t even wet my tip. She’s already slick, dripping for me, as desperate as I am for her.
I slide right in. The perfect fit.
“Luca,” she moans as I fill her. I hold her there, buried deep, savoring the reunion with nothing left between us.
I’ve had her countless times before we were torn apart five years ago, and a few times since stealing her back. But this moment here? It’s different.
It’s as if I’ve never felt her like this before, our first time all over again, only deeper.
