Chapter 30 " Her Desire"
Luca moved with the careful reverence of a man handling something infinitely precious.
He slid his arms beneath Elena’s knees and back, lifting her from the bed as though she weighed nothing, her bandaged body cradled against his chest like fragile porcelain wrapped in steel.
She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of cedar and skin that always meant safety.
He carried her across the sunlit bedroom, past the rumpled silk sheets and scattered pillows, into the marble bathroom where steam already began to curl from the rainfall shower he’d turned on moments earlier.
He sat her gently on the wide marble vanity, the cool stone a soft shock against her thighs.
His hands lingered at her waist, steadying her, eyes searching her face for any flicker of pain.
“Let’s bath, butterfly,” he murmured, voice low and tender, the Italian lilt softening the words.
Elena leaned into him, a tired smile tugging at her lips.
“I need a long bath,” she whispered.
“I stink like medicine.”
Luca’s chuckle was warm, rumbling against her cheek as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Not at all. You smell like me,” he said, voice husky with possession and love.
“And that’s exactly how I like you.”
His fingers moved to the buttons of the oversized shirt she wore his shirt unfastening them one by one with deliberate slowness.
Each button revealed more skin the delicate line of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts, the faint bruises blooming like dark flowers from the fall.
Elena’s breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling faster.
No matter how many times he undressed her, it always felt new like the first time, like a discovery.
Her body craved her husband with the same raw hunger it always had, heat pooling low in her belly despite the ache in her bones.
Luca’s eyes darkened as he parted the fabric, gaze raking over her with reverence and barely restrained desire.
He kissed her forehead, lingering, breath warm against her skin.
“Don’t tempt me, baby doll,” he warned, voice rough, strained with the effort of control.
But his hands didn’t stop.
They slid the shirt from her shoulders, letting it pool on the vanity.
Then to the clasp of her bra.unclipped with a soft click.
The lace fell away, exposing her breasts to the steamy air, nipples tightening under his gaze.
A soft moan escaped her lips, unbidden.
He knelt, hands gentle on her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear.
Carefully so carefully he eased them down, mindful of the bandage around her ankle, the bruises on her thighs.
The fabric whispered against her skin, and another moan slipped free, low and needy, as cool air kissed her most intimate places.
Luca’s breath hitched.
He looked up at her, eyes blazing with love and hunger.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick.
“Even like this. Especially like this.”
Luca stripped completely naked, his cock already half-hard from the sight of her bare skin, thick and heavy between his thighs.
He lifted Elena again, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, her bandaged arm cradled carefully against his chest.
The bathtub was wide, filled with steaming water scented with lavender oil, the steam curling around them like a lover’s breath.
He stepped in, sinking down slowly, water lapping at their skin as he settled her between his legs, her back to his chest.
His lips found her neck immediately gentle, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column, tongue tracing the pulse that fluttered beneath her skin.
His hands slid up her torso, cupping her full breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled tight and aching.
He massaged them slow, reverent, feeling the weight of her in his palms, the way her body responded even through the pain.
“Lucas… please…” she breathed, arching into his touch, her pussy already slick and throbbing against his thigh.
“No, baby,” he murmured against her ear, voice rough with restraint.
“You’re hurt.”
“And you’re hard,” she whispered breathlessly, grinding back against his cock, feeling it twitch and thicken against her ass.
“Let it be,” he growled, nipping her earlobe.
“I’ll have a cold shower later.”
But Elena turned her head, eyes dark with need.
“I want you,” she begged, voice raw.
“Please.”
Luca’s control snapped just a little.
“Don’t beg, baby,” he rasped, hands turning rougher, kneading her tits with possessive force, twisting her nipples until she cried out, back bowing.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He shifted her carefully, mindful of her sprained ankle, turning her to face him, lifting her leg to rest on his shoulder.
Water sloshed around them.
His mouth crashed into hers deep, hungry, tongue fucking her mouth in slow, claiming strokes.
One hand tangled in her wet hair, the other slid between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds, rubbing her swollen clit in tight, merciless circles.
“Aahh Luca ” she moaned into his mouth, hips bucking, pussy clenching around nothing.
“Down here feels good, baby?” he growled against her lips, two fingers plunging inside her, curling hard against that spot that made her sob.
“Yes fuck yes ” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, tits bouncing with every thrust of his hand.
He watched her face eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed as he finger-fucked her slow and deep, thumb grinding her clit.
Her pussy was soaked, gripping his fingers like a vice, juices mixing with the bathwater.
“Luca please I need your cock ” she begged, voice breaking.
He positioned himself, cock throbbing, thick head nudging her entrance.
One arm locked around her waist, the other supporting her leg.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She did eyes locked on his as he thrust in one slow, deep stroke that buried him to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
“Fuck ” they groaned together.
He fucked her slow at first deep, grinding rolls of his hips that had her pussy fluttering around him, water splashing with every movement.
His mouth claimed her tits, sucking one nipple hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling, while his hand twisted the other.
She was wrecked moaning his name, nails raking his back, pussy clenching tighter with every thrust.
“Harder ” she begged.
He gave it hips snapping, cock pounding her sweet spot, water sloshing over the tub’s edge.
His hand slid between them, thumb rubbing her clit in ruthless circles.
“Come for me, butterfly,” he growled.
“Come on my cock.”
She shattered hard pussy spasming, milking him, scream muffled against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Luca followed with a roar, thrusting deep, spilling hot and endless inside her, marking her from the inside out.
They stayed joined, breathing ragged, water cooling around them.
He kissed her slow, deep, tasting salt and love.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
She smiled against his lips.
“Always.”
Luca lifted her from the cooling bathwater, her body limp and glowing in his arms.
He washed them both one last time slow, reverent hands sliding soap over her curves, rinsing away the last traces of pain and pleasure.
Then he wrapped her in a thick towel, dried her hair with gentle strokes, and carried her back to the bedroom, naked skin against naked skin.
He laid her on the fresh silk sheets like an offering, careful so careful to slide pillows beneath her sprained ankle and bandaged arm.
The morning light poured over her, turning her skin golden, her bruises soft shadows.
She looked like a goddess broken, beautiful, his.
Luca stood at the bed’s edge, naked, cock already thickening again at the sight of her spread out for him.
Water droplets still clung to his inked chest, tracing paths down the ridges of muscle.
Elena bit her lip, eyes dark with need.
“Luca… it’s aching down there,” she whispered, hand drifting between her thighs, fingers brushing her swollen pussy.
Luca’s eyes darkened to black.
“You’re becoming wild, butterfly,” he growled, voice rough with hunger.
“Please,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider, showing him how wet she still was.
“You make me like this. I don’t get satisfied with one round…”
His control snapped.
He pushed her back gently but firmly, ripping the silk blanket away in one motion.
She was bare beneath him pussy glistening, clit swollen and begging.
Luca dropped between her thighs like a starving man.
No teasing.
No mercy.
His mouth sealed over her cunt hot, wet, ravenous.
Tongue plunging deep inside her slick hole, fucking her with it, lapping up every drop of her arousal mixed with his cum from earlier.
He grunted against her folds, the sound primal, vibrating through her clit.
“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he growled, voice muffled, hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, spreading her wider.
Elena’s back arched off the bed.
“Luca oh God ”
He sucked her clit into his mouth hard teeth grazing just enough to make her scream.
Two thick fingers shoved inside her dripping pussy, curling rough against her G-spot, pumping fast and deep.
The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue and fingers filled the room slurping, squelching, her juices coating his chin.
He ate her like a man possessed tongue flicking her clit in relentless circles, fingers fucking her hole until she was sobbing, hips bucking wildly against his face.
“More please ” she begged, hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer.
Luca grunted louder, the sound filthy and animal, sucking her clit until it throbbed, fingers twisting inside her, stretching her walls.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” he snarled.
“Flood my mouth.”
She shattered hard pussy clenching around his fingers, gushing hot and sweet against his tongue.
Her scream was raw, body convulsing, thighs clamping his head as wave after wave crashed through her.
Luca didn’t stop.
He licked her through it slow, filthy laps, drinking every drop, grunting with satisfaction as she trembled and sobbed his name.
Only when she was limp, boneless, did he crawl up her body, cock rock-hard and dripping, pressing against her soaked entrance.
“Still aching, butterfly?” he rasped, voice wrecked.
She nodded, eyes glazed.
“Fuck me.”
To be continued..