Chapter 78 REALIZING SHE IS HIS
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AUTHOR’S POV
Luciano’s lips trailed lower, his breath warm against Adeline’s skin as he took his time exploring her, savoring every reaction, every shiver that ran through her body.
His hands, firm yet gentle, slid down her sides, his fingertips grazing her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Adeline’s breathing hitched as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly as a soft whimper escaped her lips. Luciano’s dark eyes flicked up, watching her with a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice deep, laced with satisfaction.
Adeline swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Luciano…” she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with anticipation.
He hummed against her skin, the vibration making her arch slightly. His hands pressed down on her thighs, holding her in place as he continued his slow, torturous kisses.
Each one was deliberate, teasing, coaxing her deeper into the haze of pleasure that wrapped around her like a warm embrace.
Her body responded to him in ways she couldn’t control—her toes curled, her back arched, and her breaths became shallow gasps.
She felt like she was floating, her senses overwhelmed by the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the way his touch ignited every nerve in her body.
She whimpered again, the sound escaping involuntarily, and Luciano chuckled against her skin, his voice thick with amusement and something darker.
“You sound so sweet,” he murmured, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her thigh again.
“I could listen to you all night.”
Adeline felt her cheeks flush, heat spreading through her entire body. She had never felt this way before—so completely undone, so entirely at his mercy.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back, trying to steady herself, but it was impossible.
Luciano, noticing her struggle, reached up, his fingers gently prying her hands away from the sheets.
He intertwined their fingers, pressing her hands down beside her as he leaned forward, placing a slow, lingering kiss just above her knee.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Her body trembled beneath him, her breath coming out in short, uneven pants. She felt consumed by him, lost in the way he touched her, the way he worshipped her with every kiss, every whisper, every glance.
Her soft moans filled the air, blending with the crackling of the candles in the dimly lit room.
The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, wrapping around her like a cocoon, pulling her deeper into him, into the heat, into the fire that burned between them.
Luciano took his time, savoring every sound she made, every little reaction, completely lost in her.
His lips never stopped, his hands never wavered, and with each touch, each kiss, he pulled her further into a world where nothing else existed—only them, only this moment, only the undeniable passion that bound them together.
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Luciano wasn’t gentle anymore—he was possessive, desperate, his patience shattered as he held Adeline firmly in place.
His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into her soft skin, refusing to let her move, refusing to let her escape the pleasure he was intent on giving her.
She whimpered, her body trembling beneath him, but he didn’t ease up.
Instead, he tightened his hold, spreading her open, his dark, hungry eyes locked onto her with a look that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice rough, dripping with desire.
“Not until I’ve had my fill of you.”
Adeline’s breath hitched, a needy gasp escaping her lips as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
The contrast of his soft lips and his firm grip made her dizzy, made her entire body burn with the intensity of it all.
She tried to move, to regain some semblance of control, but Luciano growled lowly, pressing her back down against the mattress with ease.
“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice dark and authoritative, sending a pulse of heat straight through her.
She moaned at the sheer dominance in his tone, her body betraying her, arching for more even as she trembled beneath him.
He smirked, clearly pleased with her reaction, and without warning, he bit down on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh—not enough to hurt, but just enough to make her cry out.
A deep, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his fingers trailing possessively up her trembling legs.
Adeline’s hands flew to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through her.
“Luciano…” she whimpered, her voice barely above a breath.
But he didn’t let up. No, he only grew rougher, more determined to make her lose herself completely. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued his relentless torment, his kisses growing wetter, sloppier, more consuming.
Her back arched, her nails scraping against his scalp as he pushed her further and further to the edge, his name falling from her lips in breathless, desperate moans.
“Look at you,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Falling apart for me. Just like you should.”
Adeline’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths uneven, her body trembling under his every touch.
He had her completely, utterly at his mercy, and the way he controlled her, the way he refused to let her go, made her dizzy with pleasure.
Luciano smirked as he watched her, his grip tightening once more as he leaned up, his face hovering just above hers.
His lips were slick, his dark eyes filled with pure possession as he stared down at her.
“You’re mine, Adeline,” he whispered, his voice dangerously low.
“And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”
And then, before she could even catch her breath, he was on her again, rough, hungry, relentless—devouring her completely, leaving no part of her untouched, no inch of her body unstaked as his own.