Page 25 of Wanton

I shake my head, a blush staining my cheeks.

"What do you want to do, hmm?"

"I don't know," I whisper. It's a lie. I know exactly what I want to do. I want to pick up where we left off before my brother interrupted us. But he already said we aren't doing that. So I don't know where that leaves me. Frustrated and horny, I supposed.

His hand slips down my back. "You really shouldn't sleep fully clothed."

"Why not?"

"It's not good for you."

"Since when?"

"Since I can't fucking touch any part of you that I want to touch,bella," he growls, flipping me onto my back. He follows me over, hovering over me on his forearms. He presses his face to my throat, breathing me in. "Merda. You drive me crazy."

"I know the feeling, Luca."

"Yeah?" His gaze flicks to mine, ravenous. "Do you, Callandria? The things I want to do to you…" He dips his head again, skimming his lips across my breasts. "When you're mine, you'll come to love the chains,principessa. You'll plead with me to put you in them and take what I want from you."

"Luca," I groan, arching toward his mouth.

"I'll know every fantasy you have, every sensitive spot on your body." He bites my nipple, pulling a cry from my lips. "I'm going to ruin you, princess. Just like you ruined me."

"I didn't r-ruin you," I gasp.

"Liar," he says, prowling down my body. "As soon as I fucking set eyes on you, you ruined me, Callandria." He tugs my shirt up so his lips land against my belly. He bites me there, leaving another mark on my skin. "Non faccio che pensare a te."All I think about is you.

"Luca," I whimper. "Please."

"Let me see what belongs to me,piccolina," he breathes. "Let me taste it."

"Yes. Please, yes," I sob in relief, so tangled up in desire, I think I'd hand him the keys to my soul if he wanted them right now. He wants every piece of me. And God help me, I want to give them to him because he's all I think about too. It's terrifying but it's true. The last twenty-four hours of my life have been some of the best hours of my life. I've never felt more like myself and less like myself at the same time.

He groans, dragging his teeth down my abdomen. My muscles quiver beneath his touch, my body reacting to him on a cellular level. I feel him everywhere, as if he's pumping through my veins. He hooks his thumbs into my pants. I lift my hips, allowing him to drag them and my panties down my hips.

"Bellissima," he breathes, his eyes locked on the wet, needy flesh between my legs. "Oh,principessa. I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He presses his nose to my center, breathing me in.

"Luca," I cry, shocked. Turned on. Embarrassed. I hardly know which I feel.

"Perfezione." He lifts his head to look at me, his expression stark with need. Eyes black with desire. He's never looked more dangerous to me. Or more beautiful. This is the ruthless, brutal man willing to kill to keep me. The one who would commit atrocities to avenge me. This is…Dio. This is the man I'm falling in love with.

He spreads my legs, fitting himself between them. My pants still dangle from one leg, but I don't think he notices. His eyes lock on mine, holding me captive as he bends his head. He never breaks my gaze as he splits me open with two fingers and presses a hot kiss directly to my clit.

My hips jolt from the bed as pleasure stabs into me.

He wraps his free arm around me, ruthlessly dragging me back down beneath him. "No," he growls. "You stay right here,piccolina. Let me take you to heaven this time."

"Luca, please," I sob, clawing at the bedsheets. "Please!"

"Please, what? More?" He runs his tongue around my clit. "Less?" He drags each lower lip into his mouth, sucking my juices from them. "Never stop?" He torments me, taking long, languid licks of me. "Never give you up? Please, what,bella?"

"Make me come!" I cry, desperate for it. Willing to beg and plead for it. "Please, Luca."

"As you command,principessa," he breathes. I thought he was eating me before, but I was wrong. So wrong. He falls on me like a man brought to the edge of madness, consumed by the meal in front of him. He's everywhere at once, playing my body as if he knows exactly how to make it sing. And God, it does.Ido.

My cries fill the room, echoing in the corners like a carnal aria.