Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,92

I felt too stretched, too full. Luca cupped the back of my head and began moving. My breath hitched despite the slow pace, but Luca didn’t falter. He slid in and out at an excruciatingly slow and gentle rhythm until my breath stopped catching in my throat. He sped up, but I clawed his arms and he slowed again. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice low and husky as he spoke. “I loved the taste of you, principessa. I loved how you rode my fucking mouth. I loved my tongue in you. I love your pussy and your tits, and I love that you’re all mine.” Luca kept up his steady thrusting as he whispered into my ear. And I forgot about the dull pain, and moaned. Nothing was sexier than Luca talking dirty to me in his deep baritone.

Through the discomfort I could feel an orgasm building as Luca’s low voice washed over me. He sneaked his hand between us and found my clit, rubbing frantically as he thrust into me. His movements sped up a bit, and I whimpered from both pain and pleasure. Luca didn’t slow. He was panting, his skin slick with sweat as he fought for control. I could see on his face how his grip on it was fading, but he didn’t lose it. I moaned as he slid deeper into me than before. Pleasure radiated through my body.

“Come for me, Aria,” he rasped, increasing the pressure on my clit. Another spike of pleasure mixed with pain slammed through me and I fell apart, gasping and moaning as my orgasm rocked my body. Luca growled and thrust harder. I clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he approached his own peak. With a guttural groan, Luca tensed above me, and I could feel him release into me. I moaned at how full and stretched I felt. Luca kept thrusting until I could feel him soften. He pulled out but stayed on top of me, his weight supported on his forearms. “Was I too rough?” he asked thickly.

“No, it was okay.” I didn’t dare ask how much harder he could go.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip until he dipped his tongue into me for a delicious kiss. We kissed for a long time, our slick bodies pressed against each other. I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that, kissing, but eventually I could feel Luca getting hard again.

My eyes grew wide in surprise. “So soon? I thought men needed time to rest.”

Luca laughed, a deep sexy sound. “Not with your naked body beneath me.” He kneaded my butt. “How sore are you?”

Too sore, but the way he rubbed his erection lightly against my folds, I couldn’t say it. “Not too sore.”

Luca gave me a look that made it clear he recognized the lie but he rolled on his back, taking me with him. I straddled his abs. He must have seen how nervous I was because he stroked my sides gently. “Take your time. You are in control.”

He rocked his hips, rubbing his length over my butt cheeks.

“I want you in control,” I admitted.

Luca’s eyes darkened. “Don’t say something like that to a man like me.” But he gripped my hips and positioned me above his erection. From this vantage point he looked even bigger. He rubbed his tip in small circles over my clit as his other hand trailed up toward my breast and cupped it. He lined himself up with my opening before grabbing my hips and slowly guiding me down. When he was almost all the way in, I paused, catching my breath. I lay my palms flat against his chest as I tried to get used to the new position. He felt bigger, and my muscles clenched tightly around his erection. Luca gritted his teeth. He ran his hands up my torso and cupped my breasts again, twirling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and made small rocking motions with my hips. Luca pressed his thumb against my clit and flicked, then as I moaned he pushed me all the way down to the base of his erection.

I cried out in surprise more than pain and froze, exhaling slowly to adjust to the feeling of utter fullness.

“Aria,” Luca rasped. I met his gaze. A hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

I forced my lips into a smile. “Give me a moment.”

He nodded, his hands resting lightly on my waist