Chapter 36 Great Morning
ARYA
In one smooth motion, he removed my leggings and underwear, leaving me completely bare before him. I should have felt vulnerable and exposed. Instead, I felt powerful. Because the way he was looking at me—like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen—made me feel like a goddess.
“Spread your legs for me, little wolf.”
I obeyed, and his groan of approval sent shivers through me.
“Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”
His hand cupped me, one finger sliding through my wetness. “So ready for my cock, aren’t you? But first, I’m going to make you come undone with just my hands. Then my mouth. And only when you’re begging will I consider giving you anything else.”
It was a promise and a threat, and I was absolutely here for it.
His finger circled my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me writhe. When he finally slid one finger inside me, I nearly came off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His voice was strained. “When I finally take you, it’s going to be incredible.”
He worked me with skilled precision, adding a second finger, curling them in ways that hit spots I didn’t know existed. His thumb continued its assault on my clit while his mouth claimed mine, swallowing my moans.
The pressure built and built until I was trembling on the edge.
“Come for me, Aeliana. Let me feel you.”
I shattered. Waves of pleasure crashed over me so intensely I saw stars. My body clenched around his fingers as he worked me through the orgasm, extending it until I was boneless and gasping.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers slowly. My thighs were still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm when he spoke. “But we’re not done yet.”
Before I could process, his mouth was on me.
The sensation of his tongue was overwhelming. He licked and sucked and did things that made me scream his name. When he added his fingers back in, pumping in time with his tongue, I came again, even harder than the first time. Starts exploding behind my eyes.
“Luca, I can’t—” I cried, my hips moving. To get closer or to get away? I didn’t know.
“Yes, you can. One more, little wolf. Give me one more.”
He didn’t relent, didn’t stop until I was coming apart for a third time, my voice hoarse from screaming, my body trembling with aftershocks.
Only then did he crawl back up my body, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips, and it should have been strange but it was incredibly erotic.
“That,” he said, pulling me against his chest, “was just the beginning.”
I could feel his arousal pressing against my hip, hard and demanding. “What about you?”
“Later. Tonight was about you. About showing you what pleasure can be when it’s given by someone who worships you.”
“But—”
“Shh.” He kissed my forehead. “Rest. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned tomorrow.”
Wrapped in his arms, sated and safe, I drifted off to sleep.
And for the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to be truly desired.
Not for politics. Not for duty. Not for prophecy. Just for being me.
I woke to the feel of lips trailing down my spine.
“Morning,” Luca’s voice rumbled against my skin, his hand splayed possessively across my stomach. “Sleep well?”
I stretched languidly, my body still humming from last night’s activities. “Very well. You?”
“Terribly.” His teeth grazed my shoulder blade. “I spent most of the night hard as stone, listening to you breathe, resisting the urge to wake you up and finish what we started.”
Heat pooled between my thighs. “What stopped you?”
“The knowledge that you need to rest more than you need another orgasm.” His hand slid lower, fingers teasing my entrance. I was already beginning to get wet. “Though if you’re awake now…”
“Luca.” My breath hitched as his fingers found exactly where I needed them. “We should—oh god—we should get up.”
“We will. Eventually.” He rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs. Still fully clothed while I was gloriously naked. “But first, I need to taste you again. I’ve been thinking about you all night. You’re the best thing I've ever tasted.”
I blushed at his words. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” His mouth moved lower, kissing down my stomach. “Say no, and I’ll stop. Say yes, and I’ll make you scream my name so loud everyone in this house knows exactly who makes you feel this good.”
I should have been embarrassed. Should have worried about Bardon or the staff hearing.
Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him exactly where I wanted him.
“Yes. God, yes.”
His answering growl vibrated against my sensitive flesh. Then his mouth was on me, and coherent thought became impossible.
He’d been good last night. This morning, he was devastating.
His tongue did wicked things while his fingers worked inside me, curling and stroking until I was writhing beneath him. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I came so hard I saw stars. He didn’t stop.
He worked me through it and into another, then another, until I was a trembling mess of sensation, tears streaming down my face from the intensity.
“Perfect,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. “You’re absolutely perfect when you come undone.”
I couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Just lay there as he climbed back up my body, gathering me into his arms.
“Still think we should get up?” His voice was smug.
“Bastard.”
“Your bastard.” He kissed my temple. “Now, shower. Breakfast. Then I have something to show you.”