Chapter 84 ALL NIGHT
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AUTHOR’S POV
Luciano’s lips crashed against Adeline’s with raw hunger, his grip firm as he pulled her against him, molding her body to his.
He kissed her like a man who had been starving for too long, like a man desperate to consume her, to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
She melted into him, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair, gripping it tightly as she kissed him back with everything she had.
Her body was on fire, every nerve alive, every part of her attuned to him, to the way his hands roamed over her, mapping every inch of her skin like he was committing her to memory.
Luciano growled low in his throat, shifting suddenly.
Before she could even process what was happening, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing, as if she were made of air.
A soft gasp left her lips, her knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side of his thighs.
She could feel his heat, his strength, the solid wall of his chest against her as he held her close, so close she could feel every breath he took.
Luciano smirked against her lips, clearly pleased with himself.
“Easy,” he murmured, his voice deep, teasing.
“I got you.”
Adeline shivered, her heart pounding in her chest.
She tightened her grip in his hair, pulling him back to her, crashing her lips against his in a kiss that was just as wild, just as desperate.
Luciano groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up the curve of her waist, gripping her like he had no intention of ever letting her go.
His fingers dug into her skin, possessive, as if she were something fragile yet completely his to ruin.
Adeline moaned softly against his lips, and that was all it took.
Luciano’s control snapped.
His smirk vanished, replaced by something darker, something feral.
“Say my name,”
he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his voice dangerously low.
Adeline trembled, her lips parting. “Luciano…”
His hands tightened around her waist.
“Again.”
She whimpered slightly, her breath hitching as she repeated,
“Luciano.”
A sharp exhale left him, his grip flexing on her hips as his lips left a trail of fire down her jaw, then lower.
“Fck,” he growled against her skin, his voice thick with lust.
“You sound so fcking sweet when you say my name like that.”
His lips trailed lower, nipping and sucking at the soft skin of her neck, marking her, claiming her in a way that made her shudder.
Adeline clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body arched into him.
Luciano smirked at her reaction.
“Look at you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.
“So fcking responsive.”
She whimpered softly, her body burning under his touch.
Luciano loved it. He loved how much she needed him, how easily he could pull these sounds from her. How utterly undone she was in his hands.
His hands slid lower, his fingers grazing the bare skin beneath her shirt, tracing slow, torturous circles against her waist before pushing the fabric up slightly, exposing more of her.
Adeline gasped, heat coiling deep inside her.
Luciano pulled back slightly, his dark, hungry eyes locking onto hers.
“I want you all night,” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous, like a promise he fully intended to keep.
Adeline’s breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering wildly.
She swallowed, then slowly, deliberately, bit her lower lip and nodded.
Luciano’s eyes darkened immediately.
A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.
And then, in one swift motion, he flipped her beneath him, pinning her against the mattress, his body pressing against hers.
His lips hovered just above hers, his breath hot and heavy, his gaze filled with wicked intent.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
And then, he took what was his.
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Luciano’s lips were fire against her skin—slow, deliberate, torturous.
Adeline’s breath hitched as he trailed his mouth down her throat, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive skin.
He was taking his time, savoring her, worshiping every inch of her body with soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down her spine.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, her body burning under his touch.
“Luciano…” she whimpered softly, desperate, needing more.
He smirked against her collarbone, teasing her, his lips pressing slow, featherlight kisses along her skin. He was enjoying this, the way she trembled beneath him, the way her body responded to his every touch.
“So impatient,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.
Adeline exhaled sharply, her head tilting back against the pillow as he continued his slow descent.
His lips brushed against her shoulder, then lower—his hands following, roaming, tracing the curves of her body like he was memorizing her.
She gasped when his lips lingered just below her collarbone, his tongue flicking against her skin before he sucked lightly, leaving a faint mark.
Her fingers found their way into his thick, dark hair, gripping it tightly, trying to pull him closer.
Luciano chuckled softly at her eagerness.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” he murmured, his lips grazing her skin, his voice low and wicked.
Adeline whimpered, her body arching toward him.
“You. I want you.”
Luciano exhaled sharply, his hands gripping her waist, his restraint slipping just a little.
“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice deeper, huskier.
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding.
“I want you.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest, his fingers tightening against her skin as he kissed lower, lower, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
Adeline shuddered, burning alive under his touch, needing more, needing all of him.
But Luciano had other plans.
He was in control.
And he was going to make her beg for it.
His lips hovered just above her skin, his breath teasing, his hands everywhere but nowhere.
She let out a frustrated whimper, her grip on his hair tightening.
Luciano smirked. Exactly what he wanted.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dark and teasing.
“We have all night.”
“ all night for me to ruin you “