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He grinned, a mistove, almost boyd) expression that made kur heart trip, “hit yet,” he teased, rocking against her just enough to send her spiraling again. “I want to feat you completely, but not before I’ve made you lose control one more time.” His words were both a promise and a challenge, one Amber had no doubt be intended to fulfil
Amber barely had a chance to catch hay breath before Lace shifted, his body pressing against hers, his weight comforting yet electrifying. She felt him, solid and warm, pressing again has come with maddening precision. Only, he wasn’t quite inside of her yet and that drover her crazy. the space between them only heightened the sensations, teasing her to the brink, “Luca…” Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hands clutching at his shoulders, hay fingers digging into the muscles as if anchoring herself against the onslaught of sensation. “You’re so responsive, mia stella,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He began to move, slow and deliberate, the friction driving her wild. Each rock of his hips sent sparks shooting through her body, igniting nerves she hadn’t realized were so sensitive. His lips brushed hers, soft at first, then more insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Amber’s breathing turned razzed, her body arching into his, silently bezzing for more. “Luca, please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with raw need. “Not yet,” he whispered against her lips, his tone teasing but filled with adoration. He adjusted his movements, angling himself so that every glide of his hips against her heat sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She clung to him, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” she cried, her voice thick with desperation. Luca stilled, his dark eyes locking onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. “Patience, amore mio,” he teased, but the strain in his voice betrayed his own struggle for control. Tears of frustration welled up in Amber’s eyes, her emotions a chaotic mix of overwhelming need and vulnerability. Because he was still not inside of her, their flesh touching, teasing, torturing, just not filfulling the need.
“Luca, please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking, “I want you… I need you…now.” His playful grin faltered, replaced by a look of intense emotion. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “You’re so beautiful when you need me like this,” he murmured, his voice soft. As he finally decided that his wife had enough teasing for a day and so had he. He wanted her now, needed her infact at that instant. But there was something that suddenly, stiked him like a shocking realization, something he had foolishly ignored, before starting this dangerous dance with fire, “Shit! Shit! Fuck!” He was so damn frustrated he could have burst a blood vessle, as he looked frantically around the room. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “What?” Amber asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. Luca pulled back slightly, raking a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t think–I don’t have… protection.” His words were tinged with such utter frustration and regret. That he sounded like an angry bull, who had been tied with a harness. Amber’s cheeks flushed, her hands still gripping his arms.
She bit her lip, her heart pounding. “Luca…” He leaned down suddenly, his eyes clearing up pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his expression tender. “I’ll fix this,” he promised. “But first, let me take care of you–completely.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
