Chapter 18: EIGHTEEN

SOPHIA

I pause, the weight of Luca’s command sinking into my chest. The clifftop garden is secluded, the sea below crashing in rhythm with my pulse, but all I can focus on is the look in his eyes—steady, unwavering.

“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask, barely louder than the wind curling around us. “Someone might see.”

“They won’t,” he assures me, calm and certain. “This place is off-limits. It’s private—only the owner has access.”

I nod, not just to his words, but to the unspoken understanding between us. This isn't just obedience. It’s trust—deep, built over time—and now I’m letting it guide me.

With a breath, I lower myself onto all fours, my sundress fluttering around my thighs. I feel the vulnerability of the position, but I also feel his nearness, steady and warm, just behind me.

I’d thought he’d left in anger. But no—he’s here, and just like me, he’s trying to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of whatever we’re becoming.

His hand drifts down my back, steadying me with a touch that’s both firm and grounding. “You look incredible like this,” he says, voice rich with quiet reverence.

My eyes flutter closed. His words settle in my chest like something sacred. He lifts the hem of my dress, baring my panties to the open air and his gaze.

The first spank is light, almost a tease. Less punishment, more exploration. A flicker of heat blooms where his hand lands.

Then a second—a little harder, sharper, pulling a breathy sound from my lips that disappears into the wind.

“You gave me this,” he says lowly. “I’ll never use it against you. I only want to earn what you’ve given—every time.”

His palm connects with the tops of my thighs, and something inside me begins to unravel.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, caught in the warmth surging through me. The sun kisses my skin as he eases my panties down, gathering them at my thighs.

I shift, spreading my knees, offering myself to him without shame. It’s been two weeks since I knelt in front of him that first time. He’s tasted me more times than I can count, but I haven’t let him inside.

Maybe I’ve been testing us both—his patience, my willpower.

But now, that control is slipping. Piece by piece, it’s crumbling away, like sand spilling over the edge of the cliff. All that’s left is the want—sharp, undeniable, and burning.

I thought I could keep him at arm’s length. I was wrong.

"You're taking it beautifully," he murmurs, voice gravel-thick with desire. His fingers trail down, sliding between my thighs, finding the heat that's pooled there. "You like this, don't you?"

When I stay silent, he brings his palm down again, sharper this time. "I expect an answer when I ask."

The way pleasure and discipline blur leaves my thoughts scattered, every nerve ending alight. I’m drifting somewhere new—somewhere dangerous and divine all at once.

Each strike sends me deeper, until I'm trembling on the edge of something vast and consuming.

"Yes," I breathe out at last, casting a glance over my shoulder to meet his eyes.

"You want me to take you, don’t you?” His touch grazes over my clit—just a flick, but enough to steal my breath. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I whisper, voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “I want you to be the first.”

Tears blur my vision as I lock eyes with him, every emotion hitting me at once.

The wind kicks up around us, thick with the sharp scent of salt and sea, but all I can feel is his hand still gripping my ass—hot, possessive, making the skin sting where he last spanked me.

I moan softly into the grass, my body humming with want.

“You aching for my cock, sweetheart?” he murmurs, slipping a finger inside me, slow and deep, curling it just enough to make me bite my lip.

“I want you to take my virginity,” I breathe, every word shaking.

His expression shifts—darker, sharper—like something hungry just snapped loose inside him. “You sure about that, mia bella? Because once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. You’ll belong to me.”

I want to believe it, even if I know it’s just heat-drenched fiction. My heart pounds and I nod, aching everywhere he touches. “I’m done pretending I don’t want this. Please… fuck me.”

A low growl rumbles from his chest. “Then I’ll give it to you, exactly how you need it.” His voice dips even lower. “I won’t stop until you’re bred. Until you’re carrying my baby. Is that what you want?”

His fingers toy with my clit now, slow and ruthless. I gasp, clenching around nothing. “Yes,” I say, the word ragged and raw. “Get me pregnant, Luca. I want your cum inside me.”

“Good fucking girl.”

I glance back just as he frees himself—his cock thick, flushed, already dripping. He lines up behind me, running the head through my slick folds, teasing until I’m squirming.

Then—crack. Another smack to my ass, hard enough to make me cry out, followed by the soft glide of his palm, calming the sting and setting my nerves on fire.

My body melts into the earth beneath us, knees spread, ready for whatever comes next. “You sure you’re ready for me?” he asks, voice gravel-deep in my ear.

I nod quickly, too breathless to speak. “Yes. I’m ready.”

With one steady push, he starts to slide inside, stretching me inch by inch, claiming what I’ve only ever imagined.

My eyes squeeze shut as I feel the sharp, aching stretch of him forcing my body to open around him.

The pressure is intense, almost too much at first but that sting quickly melts into something deeper, heavier. I gasp as he pushes further, and my body fights to adjust, to take all of him.

“You feel that, bella?” he murmurs, voice ragged with control. “Tell me if it hurts.”

I shake my head, still clinging to the feeling of him inside me. “No,” I whisper, breathless. “It feels… incredible.”

My pulse is thundering, cheeks flushed and burning as he eases deeper, inch by inch.

The thickness of him fills me in ways I hadn’t imagined, and I can barely hold in the soft moans tumbling from my lips. Finally, he bottoms out completely inside me and I shudder at how full I feel.

“Just like that,” he growls, possessive now. “You’re mine, understand?”

“Yes,” I pant, pushing back against him. “I’m yours, Luca. Fuck me like I belong to you.”

He pulls out just enough to make me whimper, then thrusts back in with more force. The rhythm builds, and so does the tension inside me.

His hips drive into me again and again, hitting that sweet, sensitive place that makes my body curl inward.

“This what you needed, baby?” he breathes, voice wrecked with lust. “Want me to make you come all over my cock?”

“Please,” I beg, clenching around him. “I need it—I need to come.”

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he slams into me, hard and fast. “Touch yourself,” he orders, rough and urgent.

I reach between my thighs with shaking fingers, circling my swollen clit. The second I touch it, everything unravels. “Luca!” I cry out, the orgasm ripping through me like a storm. My whole body trembles, spasming around him, every nerve alight.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his voice strained. “So damn tight when you come.”

His pace quickens, hips snapping against mine with urgent need. I can feel the desperation building in him, the way his breath stutters against my back. “I’m close,” he groans. “Gonna come inside you. You want that?”

“Yes,” I cry out, every nerve in my body on fire. “Do it. Fill me up. Put your cum in me—get me pregnant.”

With a final deep thrust, he buries himself completely, and I feel the thick pulse of his release. His cock jerks as he empties inside me, hot and deep, claiming every inch.

My body arches, a second wave of pleasure washing over me, stronger than the first. I shiver, clenching around him, lost in the shared sounds of our ragged moans echoing in the stillness around us.

When he finally pulls back, I feel the slow, messy trail of his cum beginning to slip down my thighs.

There’s no shame in the aftermath, just a strange sense of peace, of rightness. I feel utterly owned, and I love it.

This should have made everything more complicated but instead, it’s like something inside me has unlocked. I’ve never felt this close to anyone. Not even close.

I might be pregnant, I realize and the thought makes me grin like a fool. He helps me up gently, brushing hair from my face before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Let’s finish dinner,” he says, smirking as his hand grabs a handful of my ass. “And while you sit there eating, you’ll feel my cum dripping out of your pussy. That’s not a suggestion.”