30: Drenched in Desire
30: Drenched in Desire
Isabella's POV
"You’ve been so good for me tonight, dolcezza. Let me take care of you."
And right now?
I wanted to let him.
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Stepping Into the Heat
He didn’t rush.
Instead, Luca laced our fingers together, leading me into the marble-tiled bathroom, where steam from the shower was already curling into the air.
I leaned against the cool wall as he turned on the water—hot, almost scalding—before his gaze found mine again.
"You’re so beautiful like this," he said softly, his voice rough with desire.
When he stepped back, I let the shirt slip off my shoulders, baring myself to him.
And God—the way his eyes darkened when he saw me?
It made every nerve in my body burn.
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Worship in the Shower
The moment I stepped beneath the spray, Luca followed, his body pressing against mine—wet, warm, unyielding.
His hands slid over my skin, slow and thorough, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of me.
"I don’t want to rush this," he murmured against my neck, kissing his way down my throat.
"You deserve to be worshipped."
And Luca?
He was very, very good at worshipping.
I gasped as his mouth trailed lower, the hot water cascading over us as he dropped to his knees.
"You’ve been so sweet for me," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
But before his tongue touched me, his hands slid up—cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my already sensitive nipples.
"You love when I touch you here," he said softly, rolling the tight peaks between his fingers.
I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me, my body arching toward his touch.
"More," I whispered, and he chuckled—a sound full of wicked promise.
"Anything for you," he growled.
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Teasing Me Until I Break
His mouth moved from my belly, up to my breasts, his lips latching onto one hardened nipple as his tongue flicked across the tip.
I gasped, my legs trembling as heat pulsed between my thighs.
"You’re so sensitive here," he murmured against my skin, dragging his teeth gently across the swollen bud before switching to the other breast.
Every touch sent shockwaves through my body—making me ache for more.
"You like when I suck your pretty nipples, don’t you?" he teased, pinching one while his mouth worked the other.
"Yes," I moaned, my fingers digging into his hair. "Please—don’t stop."
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His Mouth Where I Need Him
Luca smiled against my skin. "I’m not stopping until you fall apart for me."
He moved lower, dragging his tongue down my stomach, his hands still playing with my breasts as he settled between my thighs.
Without another word, his tongue flicked out—soft, deliberate, tasting me.
I moaned, my back arching against the wall as he buried his mouth between my legs, licking me slow and deep.
"Luca," I whimpered, clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
"You like it when I make you fall apart," he growled against my heat. "And you taste so fucking sweet."
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Pushing Me Over the Edge
His fingers slid inside me, curling against that spot that made me tremble.
"You’re so wet for me," he murmured, his tongue circling my clit, sending pulses of pleasure through my entire body.
"I want you to come for me, dolcezza."
And when he sucked harder—I shattered.
The orgasm tore through me, leaving me breathless and weak in his arms as he licked me clean, savoring every pulse of my release.
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Isabella’s Turn to Take Control
Luca stood, pulling me into a kiss—deep and possessive, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
But I wanted to give him something, too.
"Your turn," I whispered, pushing him back against the wall.
I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding down his chest to wrap around his cock, already hard and throbbing for me.
"You need me," I whispered, dragging my tongue along the length.
"Always," he groaned, his fingers threading through my wet hair.
I sucked him slowly at first, my lips sliding down his length while my hand stroked the base.
"You feel so good in my mouth," I whispered against him, flicking my tongue across the sensitive tip.
Luca cursed, his hips bucking as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks around his cock.
"You’re too fucking good at this," he growled, his voice rough and desperate.
I moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock as I took him all the way to the back of my throat.
His grip on my hair tightened as his muscles tensed.
"You’re going to make me come," he warned, his voice shaking.
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "I want to taste you."
That did it.
With a rough groan, Luca came—his release hot and thick as I swallowed every drop.
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Next morning, after a night of cuddles and sweet sleep, still in bed, Luca pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"You’re safe with me," he promised.
But before I could respond—
A sharp buzz broke the silence.
His phone.
I glanced down—and my stomach dropped at the name flashing across the screen.
Gregor.
And beneath it—a single message.
"You’re running out of time, Devereaux. Deliver her—or we will."