Chapter 87
Luca’s fingers traced the edge of the ice across her skin, the cold shocking against her warmth in delicious contradiction. He ran it slowly up and down her neck, across her collarbones, over the length of her arms. Then, with the same teasing calculation, he slid the cube over the soft curves of her thighs, positioning her so that her feet were planted firmly on the ground, rooting her in the moment while he dominated the space around her.
Every inch of her skin that felt the ice was suddenly alive, vibrating with heat and a raw, urgent need she couldn’t contain.
“Luca Vee gasped. Her body was betraying her, craving him even as her mind screamed caution.
“Pull your underwear down, sweetie,” he murmured, a command that was velvet-soft, slicing through the fog of sensation he had conjured. She obeyed immediately, shimmying out of the lace material.
He pressed the ice to her core, sliding it between her folds with a meticulous rhythm, teasing her up and down. Vee’s shivers became tremors as his fingers traced her most sensitive places, her hands gripping his thighs to remind herself she wasn’t dissolving entirely into him.
Her back arched instinctively, chasing the pleasure he offered and yet trying to resist the complete surrender he demanded.
Letting go of the ice cube, one finger entered her, then two, then three, each a silent assertion of his dominance and knowledge of her body. She writhed against him, caught between ecstasy and the pang of emotional vulnerability he provoked. He whispered in a low, dark murmur that brushed against her ear, “I like it when you get wet before I’ve even started. Tells me how much your body craves my touch p>
“Keep going, Luca she breathed out.
He teased her without pause, drawing her closer with each subtle stroke, back arching away from him in a dance of submission and defiance. She was running away from him in every arch and curve, chasing the pleasure he wielded, and yet there was no escape from the storm he had ignited in her body.
Every inch of her skin remembered his hands, every nerve hummed with the ache of desire, every breath was a silent acknowledgment that Luca was both her torment and her sanctuary, the one who could make her surrender so completely that she almost forgot the world outside.
Even as his fingers worked with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to bend her, a flicker of her mind—the part that still feared losing herself—remained sharp, and she realized how dangerously addictive this was.
“Make me cum, Luca. Please p>
“Do you trust me?” His hand drifted to her neck.
If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. She trusted him, all of him, even as every rational thought screamed that she was about to give herself over completely.
“Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?” he asked again.
“Yes…yes Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Her hair clung to her shoulders, small curls sticking to her jawline as her body wrung itself out beneath his hands.
Luca’s other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Her breath caught, her lungs a battlefield of need and surrender.
The combination of his grip, his touch, and the way he had her pressed to him made her body tremble violently, riding the edge he held her at.
Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. The heat pooling low in her belly twisted, knotted, and stretched taut under the pressure of his fingers. Stars seemed to explode behind her eyelids, each gasp a raw chord of sensation, her mind scrambling to process pleasure, panic, and the intoxicating domination that held her so completely.
He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. “Luc she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them.
Her chest heaved, limbs trembling, and she held onto him, the mixture of suffocation and sensation creating a storm that left her trembling and weak in his arms.
Luca’s grip eased at the very last second, releasing the pressure, but his hands remained on her as she rode the aftershocks, every shiver of pleasure still rippling through her body. The rug beneath them was damp.
Every breath she drew was shallow and unsteady, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had given herself over entirely, and he had held the line between danger and ecstasy perfectly, leaving her both undone and tethered, trembling in the eye of the storm they had created together.
“Good girl he murmured. His hand lingered at her waist, holding her close, and the other rubbed small, possessive circles along her back. “Such a good girl, Bambola p>
Vee’s chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath, but the waves of sensation still pulsed through her, leaving her feeling exposed, raw, and undeniably alive. She looked down at herself, mortified at the slick proof of her surrender pooling between them. “What the fuck was that p>
“Pleasuring you, the devil’s way,” he said, the corner of his lips lifting in a dark smirk that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. “That’s the prettiest orgasm I have ever seen.” He leaned slightly, brushing a shadowed kiss along her temple. “But it’s nice to know just how much you trust me p>
He shifted, adjusting the cushions behind him, and lay back, pulling her against him. His strong arms cradling her in a cocoon that made her feel weightless and tethered all at once.
(This is to 100 power stones. Not there yet but already going to bed. Let’s move to 200 people. We can do it)