Chapter 23 Chapter 23
MIRA
My breath caught in my throat, the world narrowing to the heat of Luca's gaze, the way his dark eyes burned into mine like embers ready to ignite. His body hovered over me, solid and trembling just enough that I could feel the restraint in every muscle.
The air between us felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. I was shaking too, my hands still tangled in his shirt, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer without thinking.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but it shattered the silence like glass. "I want you to fuck me, Luca. Please."
His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise mixing with the raw hunger there. Then his mouth crashed down on mine, not gentle this time but desperate and devouring. It was like the world held its breath, everything pausing except for the slide of his lips against mine, the way his tongue swept in, claiming, tasting, making me forget the ache in my bones from the shift.
His hands framed my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as if I were something precious and breakable. I melted into it, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him down until his weight pressed me into the mattress.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead resting against mine. "Mira... gods, I've wanted this. Wanted you." His voice was rough, edged with a vulnerability that made my heart twist. He was a virgin too—I knew it from the way his hands hesitated just a fraction before touching me, from what he had told me that day. No one had ever gotten this close to him, not like this. And now, here we were, both stumbling into the unknown together.
His lips trailed down my jaw, nipping softly at my skin, sending sparks racing through me. I arched my neck, giving him more access, and he took it greedily, his mouth hot and wet against my throat. "You smell so fucking good," he murmured, his breath fanning over my collarbone. "Like mine. Like home."
I whimpered, the sound escaping before I could stop it. The bond between us pulsed, warm and insistent, urging me closer. My wolf stirred inside me, newly awakened, her instincts mingling with mine—hungry, protective, aching for connection.
Luca's hands slid down my sides, bunching up Zane's shirt, exposing my skin inch by inch. The cool air hit me, but it did nothing to quench the fire building low in my belly.
He paused, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, seeking permission. I nodded, my chest heaving, and he pulled the shirt off slowly, like unwrapping a gift. His gaze roamed over me, taking in my bare skin, my big breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice cracking just a little. "So fucking beautiful."
Then his mouth was on me again, kissing a path down my chest. He lingered at my breasts, his tongue circling one nipple before drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently. I gasped, my back arching off the bed, pleasure shooting straight to my core. His hand cupped the other breast, thumb brushing over the peak, making me squirm beneath him. It was sweet torture—every touch deliberate, every kiss filled with a passion that made my head spin.
"Luca..." I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him there. He groaned against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of heat through me. His free hand trailed lower, over my stomach, dipping between my thighs. I tensed instinctively, my legs parting just a fraction as his fingers brushed against my folds.
He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. Pleasure was etched across his face—his lips parted, cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat on his brow. But there was nervousness too, in the way his hand trembled slightly. "Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want this to feel good for you."
I nodded, biting my lip as his fingers explored me gently, parting my slick folds. I was wet—embarrassingly so—and he let out a shaky breath when he felt it. "Fuck, Mira... you're so ready for me." His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I cried out, my hips bucking up to meet his touch.
He watched me intently, his expression a mix of awe and desire, like he couldn't believe he was the one making me feel this way. Slowly, he shifted lower, his broad shoulders nudging my thighs apart. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he looked at me—like I was the most precious thing in his world—chased away any doubt.
"I'm gonna taste you," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Been dreaming about this."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me. His tongue licked a slow, deliberate stripe up my center, and I shattered. "Oh gods!" The sensation was overwhelming—wet and warm. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core, and dove in deeper, his tongue flicking over my clit before sucking it gently between his lips.
Pleasure built like a tidal wave, crashing over me in waves. My hands fisted in the sheets, then in his hair, pulling him closer as I rocked against his face. He ate me out like a man starved, his tongue delving inside me, lapping at my entrance, then returning to circle my clit with maddening precision. I could hear the wet sounds of his mouth on me, feel the scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin. It was vivid, intense and every lap, every suck sending me higher.
"Luca... please..." I gasped, my body trembling on the edge. His eyes flicked up to meet mine over the curve of my body, and the sight of him there—face buried between my thighs, eyes dark with lust, pleasure twisting his features—pushed me over. I came hard, my vision blurring, a cry ripping from my throat as ecstasy pulsed through me.
He didn't stop, not until I was writhing, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders. He pulled back with a satisfied grin, his lips glistening with my arousal.
"You taste incredible," he said, crawling back up my body to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue and it was salty and sweet, and it only fueled the fire between us.
I reached for him, my hands fumbling with his shirt, tugging it off. His skin was hot under my palms, muscles flexing as he helped me strip him. When I got to his pants, I hesitated, my fingers brushing over the bulge straining against the fabric. He was hard, thick, and my mouth went dry at the thought of him inside me.
"Touch me," he encouraged, his voice strained. I palmed him through his boxers, feeling him twitch under my hand. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Fuck, that feels good."
Emboldened, I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. He was like velvet over steel—hot, pulsing, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I stroked him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open in a silent moan, brows furrowed in ecstasy. "Mira... yes, just like that."
But he didn't let me continue for long. He captured my wrist gently, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice shaking. "If you're sure."
I nodded, pulling him down for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, like we were savoring the moment before everything changed. He shed the rest of his clothes, his body settling between my legs. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance, slick and ready.
He paused, his arms bracketing my head, his forehead against mine. "This might hurt," he whispered, his voice laced with concern. "Tell me to stop if it's too much."
"I trust you," I breathed, my hands on his back, feeling the tension there.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure. I gasped at the stretch and the burn as he filled me, my walls clenching around him. It hurt, a sharp pain that made me wince, my nails digging into his skin. He froze, his body shaking with the effort to hold back. "Mira? Are you okay?"
I nodded through gritted teeth, tears pricking my eyes that I tried to blink away. "Keep going. Slowly."
He did, easing in further with shallow thrusts, his breath coming in ragged pants. Pleasure flickered on his face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—but pain too, in the way his jaw clenched, holding himself back for me. "You're so tight... so perfect," he groaned, burying his face in my neck.
When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard. The pain ebbed slowly, replaced by a fullness that made me ache in a new way. I shifted experimentally, and he moaned, his hips jerking. "Fuck... move with me, baby."
I did, rocking up to meet his thrusts as he started a gentle rhythm. It was awkward at first—both of us virgins, fumbling through the sensations—but passion took over. His strokes grew deeper, harder, each one sending sparks of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, our bodies slick with sweat.
"Luca... oh gods, yes," I moaned, my head thrown back. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, murmuring praises against my skin. "You feel so good... so mine."
His pace quickened, the bed creaking under us, our moans filling the room. I felt the pressure building again, coiling tight in my core. His face was a picture of bliss, eyes locked on mine, mouth slack with pleasure, a flush creeping up his chest. But there was tenderness too, in the way he held me, like I was his world.
"I'm close," he gasped, his thrusts erratic now, shaking with the effort. "Come with me, Mira."
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles. It was enough—I shattered again, clenching around him, crying out his name. He followed seconds later, a guttural groan escaping as he spilled inside me, his body trembling, hips stuttering to a stop.
We collapsed together, panting, his weight a comforting blanket over me. He didn't pull out right away, just held me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he rolled us to the side. "That was... incredible," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
My lips pulled into a tired smile, every part of my body tired as I pushed closer into him.
Luca pulled the blankets over our tangled bodies, his arms tightening around me, holding me close like he'd never let go. I nestled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow, matching mine.
Sleep came quickly, and the last thing I felt was his arms tightening around me and his warm breath on my neck.