Page 104 of Flawed

"Mine, stellina," he growls in my ear, then slides inside me in one thrust. Incoherent sounds fill the air, and the heady aroma of everything that represents us flares through my nose.

Having Luca's body in mine is another reminder of how all my attempts to forget him were mistakes. It wasn't fair to expect anyone else to fill me, or touch me, or kiss me how he does. I've had impossible expectations trying to chase down the feeling I faintly get in my dreams.

Luca isn't an average human. He's an intuitive man who doesn't have to think twice about how to please me. It's not fair, which is also why I can't resist him.

"I want all of you around me," he states, then pulls back. He moves my legs down, and I circle them around his waist. I tighten my arms, and he groans. "Fucking perfect."

Once again, he's right. Our bodies thrust flawlessly together. Within minutes, I'm crying out, getting hammered by adrenaline.

He thrusts through it then slides out of me and down my body. His mouth tornadoes through my pussy. Fast. Furious. Mercilessly manipulating me into another onslaught of ecstasy.

"Oh... oh... oh God!" I moan, gripping his hair.

It goes on and on until he flips me on my stomach. His warm frame covers my sweat-coated back. Goose bumps break out all over me. He takes his knee and shimmies my legs wider. Three of his fingers glide into my pussy, thrusting, and curling.

I blink, unsure how much more pleasure I can take.

Then his mouth hits my ear, and he asserts, "I want all of you, stellina."

I turn my head, unsure how to respond, barely seeing him from the dizziness.

He draws his fingers out of my pussy and slips one into my ass.

I arch my back into him, gasping.

He holds my chin, kissing my cheek, slowly inching his finger deeper, then retreating before starting all over.

Whimpers escape me. It's all new and taboo, but there's no drama around it. All I do is submit deeper under Luca's command, escaping into the sensations.

Satisfaction fills his expression as he studies me, then he inserts a second finger. He penetrates me the same way then slides them farther apart, stretching me. He repeats, "All of you, Chanel."

I'm unsure if it's meant to be a warning, or he's just confessing his thoughts, but he inserts a third finger.

The pressure builds, surprising me with how it doesn't hurt. He continues to kiss my face and neck while prepping me.

"Take a deep breath, stellina," he orders, removing his fingers.

I obey, feeling an unexpected loss. But it's quickly replaced.

He tugs my ass in the air then inches his cock past my hard ridge.

"Oh!" I cry out, flinching, not from any pain but the initial shock of the unknown.

"Shh," he murmurs in my ear, stilling.

I take several short breaths.

He kisses under my ear, slowly moving inside me, asking, "Okay?"

I turn my head, locking eyes with him, nodding.

He pecks me on the lips then slides his hand up my arm, stretching it toward the headboard.

And I thought I had felt it all. I assumed there was nothing left he could do to me to pleasure me.

I was wrong.

He owns my body, expertly taking me until I'm at a new high that's different from all the others. Tremors overpower me. Luca buries his face into the corner of my neck, growling, "Mine."

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