Page 31 of Wanton

I catch her, dragging her down into my lap. She deserves a bed for her first time, but I'm too far gone to get us there. I lean forward, dragging the duvet cover onto the floor to offer her some protection, and then lay her out on it.

"I can't wait," I growl, dragging my pants halfway down my legs before yanking her thighs up around my waist. My cock lands against her center. "Cristo, bella.Perdonami."

"Ti amo, Luca.Ti amo," she breathes.

I thrust into her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She cries out in shock, clawing down my back as her body stretches around me, her virgin barrier shredding.

"Perdonami," I whisper against her lips, writhing in ecstasy. Fuck. She feels like heaven. I fight to stay still, desperately trying to give her time to adjust.

But she's moving beneath me, squirming around, writhing. Every move she makes seats me deeper, leaving me reeling in pleasure more intense than anything I've ever felt.

I groan in surrender and give in to it, driving my hips into hers. She throws her head back, moaning. Ah, goddamn. She loves it. The pleasure. The pain. The fact that I'm inside her. Ecstasy swirls through her amber eyes and stains her cheeks.

"Brava ragazza," I growl, thrusting my hand into her thick mass of hair. I angle her head, kissing her again. And then again.

We kiss and fuck and moan, lost in rapture together. I'm rough with her, pounding into her like a man brought to the edge of madness. She claws my back and bites me, fierce in her pleasure. We're gentle, too, holding each other close, gasping words of love and devotion.

"This is us,bella," I rasp. "This is what we are together. This is who we are."

"Yes," she whispers, her back bowing from the floor. "Luca."

"Callandria."

She reaches for me, her dilated eyes fixed on mine. "Sempre."

I press my forehead to hers as the base of my spine begins to tingle. "Sempre, principessa. Sempre."

She'll have every piece of me, always. It was always meant to be hers. I was always meant to be hers. Not a fucking thing on this earth can change it now. I won't allow it.

She moans my name, her body going rigid as her orgasm strikes. It washes over her in a flood, lighting her up like the queen she is. I growl her name, pounding into her without rhythm until the cord snaps, and I follow her over the edge, filling her full of me.

And when I collapse beside her, I send up a prayer that my seed takes, and my kid grows in her womb. Not to form an alliance between our families. Not to stop a war. But because I want to watch this woman, the one I live and breathe for, grow round with my child.

Chapter Nine

Callandria

"You'regoingtomeetmy father," I say, staring at Luca as my stomach churns uncomfortably. This was not the start to the morning I envisioned. After last night, I kind of hoped for a repeat performance. Not…this.

"I have to go,bella," he says gently. "He's getting impatient. If I don't meet him, he may do something foolish."

"Meeting him is foolish," I mutter, crossing my arms to scowl at him. "Your family just killed his father and took his daughter. We cost him the Maceo fortune. I doubt he's feeling very rational right now, Luca."

"And he'll feel less so if his power is undermined because his people don't think he's doing anything," Luca says. "All will be well."

I snort, not sure I believe that. How can I when I'm plagued by dreams that warn me otherwise? We haven't stopped the war yet. We've only delayed what feels inevitable. I'm not ready to lose him. I don't want to lose Marcello or my father, either. Perhaps that's selfish of me, to want to keep all of the men in my life, but it's what I want, regardless.

"Bella ragazza," Luca murmurs, pulling me into his arms. His lips brush my forehead. "Trust me. All will be well."

"It better be, Luca Valentino," I growl, scowling at him to keep myself from crying. "I'm going to be furious with you if anything happens to you."

"Yeah?" His hand slides down my back before he grips my ass hard, pulling me into him. His lust-filled eyes settle on mine, burning hot. "Don't give me reasons to play with fire,principessa. You know how much I like getting on your nerves."

I sniff at him, filling the sound with as much disdain as I can muster. "Bastardo."

His wicked, wanton smirk makes my knees weak. "When you're chained to my bed tonight and I'm taking what I want from you, you'll see just how much of a bastard I can be, princess." He nips my throat, his teeth driving me close to heaven. "You can fight if you want, Callandria. We both know how much I like it when you do."

I moan, my core clenching as a hot rush of desire pulses through me. What is this man doing to me? I hardly recognize the desperate, wicked woman he's turned me into. Yet I've never felt freer. This is who I was meant to be. Luca's queen. His lover. The other half of his soul.