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He pulls almost all the way out. The stretch makes my walls flutter with desperate anticipation.
And then he slams back in.
Hard. Deep. With so much force and command of my body that my climax crashes over me like a tidal wave.
I throw my head back. My entire body goes rigid. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as I break. My orgasm drags me under so fiercely, I struggle to breathe.
Luca groans, the sound guttural and broken, as he buries himself to the hilt.
I feel him pulse. Feel the first hot spurts of his cum fill me.
His lips find mine again. He’s still moving, slow now, like he’s trying to make it last.
He holds my face as he moans into my mouth, his cock still twitching inside me, his entire body shaking with the force of his release.
I’ve never felt more undone, more safe.
Claimed…his.
I blink slowly, my vision hazy, my body boneless. Floaty and soft and utterly ruined in the best possible way.
This is what heaven must be like. If heaven came with sweat-damp sheets, three earth-shattering orgasms, and a man who worships you like you’re holy ground.
My thighs are still trembling. My legs? Useless. They wouldn’t hold me up even if I tried.
And the truth is, I never want to get up.
Not when I’m finally where I belong… withmio falco.
Chapter Sixty-Four
Isabella
Luca kisses me long, sweet, and slow.
It’s the opposite of what our lovemaking was like. The kind of kiss that says everything without words.
But in the next breath, he does.
“I love you so fucking much,farfalla,” he whispers against my lips, his hands cradling my face. “You are everything to me.”
A kaleidoscope of butterflies breaks free in my stomach.
I know he loves me, of course I do. It’s in everything he does. I see it in his eyes, and right now he looks at me like I’m sacred.
But hearing him say it?
It’s the bow that ties the whole gift together.
I lean in and kiss him again. It’s not to distract him or seduce him but because I don’t know how to hold all these emotions inside me. His lips are warm, familiar, mine. I linger there for a breath. Maybe two.
When I finally pull back, I rest my hand on his cheek, my thumb brushing the curve of his jaw. My heart is thundering, but my voice is steady.
“I love you too,mio falco. Always have. Always will.”
His eyes light up. They’re bright and open and impossibly tender. He looks at me like I handed him the world.
His happiness is contagious, and suddenly I’m smiling so wide it almost seems silly.
