Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3

by SJ Molloy

  Fuck it. I cannot resist. I want to give her some attention, show her some special care. Stolen subtle kisses against her hand when she was sleeping were discreet, but now I want her to feel it and know it.

  Kissing her temple gently, I whisper, “Voi siete la più bella donna intrigante che abbia mai conosciuto. You are the most beautiful, intriguing woman I have ever met.” Feeling her pulse race, I see a smile embellish her face. She likes it. I now know she is not adverse to receiving romantic, sweet and intimate gestures, so there will be lots more where that came from.

  A hell of a lot more.

  Short, broken sleep is a pain in the dick, but when I have the most the most unassuming, gorgeous woman lying beside me, then it is a treat and I wish I could wake to this vision every morning. I wake early and admire her for a while, playing gently with the ends of her hair. Her brow creases and she chews the inside of her cheek when she is deep in sleep. Cute.

  Making use of my early wake-up, I quietly lift fresh clothes from the built-in robe, and contemplate taking a shower, but instead I just freshen up. The alluring scent of her perfume clings to my skin, and I like it a lot. If she leaves here early to go back to her own room, then I will still be able to smell her presence long after. Fuck, I might never have Maria wash these bed sheets again.

  Jesus … I am obsessed.

  Opening the front door to the suite, I pick up the newspaper I asked to be dropped off by one of Nonno’s hotel porters. Flicking through the Italian business pages, nothing holds my attention because I am too engrossed with the sexy damsel in the striking blue dress sleeping peacefully next to me, hair mussed over my pillow, arms tossed overhead.

  The noise of my newspaper must rouse her from sleep.

  God, I love sleepy Lexi.

  She is cranky, groggy, and frowning, coming to, but shit, if it is not perfect and another side of her I adore. When she goes to check on Hazel, I order some breakfast, calling the kitchen directly, then make a quick call to Nonno and Nonna straight after.

  When Lexi returns, she nervously sits on the edge of the bed. I encourage her to lie back down because she does not need to be up. She seems pleased I want to look after her and bashfully smiles when I tell her I have ordered food.

  “It is nice to see you smile and relax, Lexi. You have such a beautiful smile, dolcezza. I thought after you have something to eat and get ready, we could finish the chat we started last night before dinner,” I mention nonchalantly because now she is awake and seems much better than she did last night. Hopefully she will want to talk.

  Her smile fades. Maybe it is too early in the morning for her, or she is still feeling like crap and trying to hide it. She says she is better, but I am not so sure. Nonno and Nonna interrupt us with the food. I am glad they came to check on her.

  “You had us worried, beautiful girl. I am thrilled you are okay. I knew Lucca would take good care of you,” Nonno says enthusiastically. Lexi blushes and her eyes flutter with embarrassment.

  “I am so very sorry for everything. It’s bad enough I ruined your dinner again, but then I had to go and vomit on the floor.” She looks down as if ashamed, but I do see her wrinkle her nose, angry with herself. There is no need for her to be. The main thing is she is better. Who the fuck cares that she was sick on the floor. Hell, I have been sick in worse places.

  “Your friend Hazel was really worried about you, and I am afraid I may have given her a strong grappa to calm her nerves. She was showing us some sort of body moves,” Nonna says sweetly, clasping her hands.

  “… Body Combat, that is the one,” Nonno pipes up.

  I am finding this fucking hysterical. Sorry I missed it. I like Hazel, full of mischief and energy it appears. Lexi however does not think it is amusing. She covers her hands with her face, clearly embarrassed by her friend’s drunken act.

  “I just want to thank you all for everything you did last night. Thank you for helping me and being so kind. I truly am sorry.” The tone of her voice is so harmonious mixing with the intonation of her accent, I know it is said with sincerity and compassion. She is too much. My heart just liquefied into a puddle of mush.

  Nonna smiles at Lexi with the most loving intention in those caring eyes of hers. I know exactly how she feels. I feel it too. Lexi is a fucking angel.

  “We will let you enjoy breakfast. Lucca will tell us how you are, and Lucca, you have a special girl there … I feel it.” Nonno winks at me. We all feel it. I do not just feel it, I know it. She is a special girl … my special girl.

  I just hope Lexi feels it too.

  Once Lexi is comfortable and begins to eat, I watch her with rapt attention. Sussing out her likes, dislikes and habits, but really I am looking for more. I am searching for answers. Thinking about her nightmare last night, I need to clear this with her, especially if we are going on a date. A proper date.

  I cannot have her be afraid of me. I need to protect her if she is scared.

  Needing to break the ice, I say, “Promise you will trust me when I say that I am not going to hurt you. I will keep you safe. I want to get to know you better.”

  Lexi tenses and stops eating. It is hard to tell if she remembers she had a nightmare, but going by the look on her face, she knows, she just does not want to talk about it. But fuck! I cannot get some of those disturbing things she said out my head.

  Stop.

  Don’t touch me.

  Don’t hurt me.

  Yesterday, I thought I would be able to take this relationship slow and be patient, allow Lexi to set the pace. The fucked-up ex who did this to her was an annoyance yesterday, but now he is a fucking mission. A mission of mass destruction. I will destroy him if I find out he has hurt her.

  The minute she cried those words in her sleep, every intention of taking things slow with her got fucked right out the window. She made herself my priority the second she tossed and turned in her sleep.

  Jasmine.

  Let her leave.

  Let her get abused.

  Let her run.

  Too late.

  Could not help.

  Let her die.

  Live with regret.

  One thing I am dead certain of is that Lexi will not be running or afraid on my watch. She is my goddamn priority and everything else in between.

  “I know you are not willing to talk about it, but please understand I am here for you and I am very worried, especially with some of the things you said in your sleep. It makes me feel sick to the core thinking about it.”

  Lexi pushes away her tray, gets up, storms into the bathroom, and slams the door.

  Shit! That was not the reaction I was looking for. Christ, I have really upset her, and now I feel like a complete prick. I read the full thing wrong; I was hoping she would tell me why she is scared, what she is scared of. It is too soon for her. Fuck, we have not even had our first proper date yet and I am already pushing her for answers, trying to protect her from something I know jack shit about.

  Knocking the door, I ask if I can come in. She is sitting on the marble tiles, slumped against the wall. I kneel in front of her and hold her head in both my hands, drawing her face up because I need to see in those eyes.

  Instinctively, I lift her up to a kneeling position and wrap my arms around her, placing my head on her shoulder. God, she feels good in my arms. Delicate, feminine, and divine. The smell of her pleases my senses; the feel of her in my arms causes my breathing to become irregular.

  She excites me. She arouses me. She awakens me.

  Consumed by her, forgetting my strength, I squeeze her tightly because I cannot hold her close enough. She winces, I apologise, and it causes her to sob.

  Heart fragmenting into a million pieces.

  “No, Lexi, please do not cry. I have got you and nothing is ever going to happen to you again. I promise I have you, dolcezza.” I am compassionate and overwhelmed with possessiveness while staring into her wet eyes. My words break her. She lets go and cries uncontrollably, and all I can do
is console her.

  “Lucca, it’s just … I have never … well, never been like this before or let go in front of … I’ve never had these feelings before with anyone. You confuse me and provoke emotions in me ... I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

  I do not know what is more alarming. The fact that she is so distressed or the fact she feels like she needs to apologise about it.

  Linking our fingers, I wrap my arms around her and place our hands on her lower back, allowing her to cry. Placing my forehead to hers, her chest raises and falls, her pulse quickening as does mine. The close proximity, the intimacy, it is too much. I cannot keep my lips to myself.

  Stroking her hair, I place a soft kiss on her head, sending a surge of energy through my body. It is not enough. I need her lips. I need to make her mine. She looks up, face stained with tears, lips wet from them.

  Her vulnerability, shyness, sweetness, and beauty all ooze sex appeal. Nothing is as sexy or tempting to me. I hold her and when she unintentionally teases me by passing her hair through her fingers … shit, I lose all control. I have to have her. It is too tempting. She is too tempting, and desire like nothing else has claimed me.

  Lust.

  Unadulterated.

  Provocative.

  Carnal.

  Desperate.

  Sensual lust.

  I kiss her soft lips and stare into her precious, timid eyes. It is only seconds before her eyes widen and glisten with ardent desire. She feels it too.

  I hold her face, staring right into her lascivious eyes, into her soul, and silently ask for her permission.

  Can I have you?

  I need you.

  I want you.

  I need to make you mine.

  You are it for me, baby. And everything in-between.

  She knows … because she says yes. I tell her how beautiful she is, how much I want to touch her and be inside her, how much she makes me feel alive. She seems to enjoy hearing my honest words and dirty talk because she invites me to explore her sexy body. And fuck! I have never wanted anything more in my life.

  The immodest moment my tongue dances into her sweet mouth and my hands roam all over her sexy body … I am helpless. We lavish each other’s mouths in a seductive and impatient tease. Soft, slow tangles of fucking goodness. Hedonism. My balls tug in a gentle ache to the sensual swirling of my tongue with hers.

  On her approval, I unzip her. I needed to see her body and do not want fabric between us. Her body begs to be kissed, and I desperately want skin-on-skin contact with her. I need to show her intimacy like she has never experienced.

  Watching her pretty blue dress float to the floor has me so fucking rock hard for her I am ready to cum undone with anticipation. My heart beats so fast as I cast my eyes over her sexy black lace lingerie.

  Her thong … a fucking tiny scrap of material. It would not take much to tear them off her sultry hips. Her seductive bra … a sexy lace masterpiece over two big beautiful breasts. A sexual fantasy in the flesh right in front of me.

  Those perfect breasts heaving up and down with every deep breath she takes, that tiny waist and beautiful curves, her perfectly toned figure and those long luscious legs … Jesus she is a sight for sore eyes and standing in front of me, inviting me in. I would be a fucking idiot not to make her mine.

  My cock twitches inside my cargo shorts, and now I am barely breathing, anticipating the moment I impale my cock into her sweet, wet pussy and fuck her senseless. I am craving plunging my dick so deep inside her to satisfy my desire and show her how I can make her feel, take her to places she could never imagine, but I want to satisfy her first and prepare her.

  If I am going to fuck her hard and deep, I want her to be dripping wet for me. And judging by the way she breathes, hard nipples peeking through her bra and her eyes wanton and dissolute with urgency, I know it will not take much.

  The build-up, the slow pace, the teasing, caressing … it fuels me and evokes my senses like nothing else. She moans and throws her head back, then initiates her first kiss, and it is all I have not to buckle the minute her lips and tongue nip kiss and lick my neck.

  Too. Fucking. Nice.

  Her body responds to me in such a way when I trail my fingers towards her pussy, she almost falls apart. She shoves against my palm. The minute my fingers enter, we simultaneously groan. I know she feels it, but shit, I have never felt anything so heavenly … so forbidden … so enticing.

  Maybe I am blinded because of the feelings I have towards her, but Christ, stroking her moist folds gives me pleasure like nothing else. Just knowing she enjoys it drives me wild. Wild enough to know one thrust inside her and we are both gone.

  The sweet moaning escaping her lips when I torment her clit, the way she digs her nails in my skin, jerking against my hand, thrusting her hard nipples towards me, is enough for me to know I am turning her on as much as she is almost unmanning me.

  “Let me fuck you with these. I want to pleasure you. Watch you cum for me,” I say with carnal desire in a low rasp.

  “Yes.”

  He tight little pussy contracts and grips around my fingers, and I know that my cock is going to fill her and stretch her to oblivion.

  Tight.

  Throbbing.

  Sensitive.

  Her hot core swells. I love her muscles gripping around me when I plunge into her, curling my fingers against her front wall. Head lolling, eyes rolling … she submits under sublime pleasure and the sight of her relishing under my indulgence does crazy fucking things to me.

  The anticipation makes me dizzy. Her first orgasm seizes her body, leaving her bucking against me, shaking out tremors of lust until she is limbless and I am practically holding her up.

  A shiver of pleasure jolts up my spine, a tug of yearning low in my abdomen, balls aching watching her come down from her climax. I need to taste her. Once her first orgasm finally tears through her, using my wet fingers, I smear her arousal over her nipples and groan while lapping, nipping, and licking off her sweet juices.

  Nectar.

  Nectar centre.

  I love her taste so much and am just too greedy for more. My tongue has to be on her. In her. Over her. I. Want. More.

  It feels so natural telling her what I want to do to her, and she is so turned on by my words, eyes heated with lust, that she seems happy for me to take control. I now know that I will forever take control and worship her.

  Endlessly, I will tell and show her in many ways what she does to me, giving her the most erotic and pleasurable experiences of her life. I will satisfy her with intense delights which will spin her world and mind, knocking her sideways. I will fuck her so good that she will not know which way is up and which way is down.

  But ultimately, I want to fulfil her with sexual gratification of the best kind so she wants more. Needs more and asks for more. I will give her anything she wants.

  Giving her the intimacy she deserves.

  Giving her it all.

  Giving her all of me.

  I order her to take her little knickers off, then I spread her legs and lift one off the floor, resting her foot on my shoulder admiring the lithe, toned length of her smooth leg. Exposed to me, her arousal enhances my senses. The view open and waiting for me, I know I am moments away from branding her pussy with my lips and it gives me thrills that could send me into cardiac arrest my heart beats so erratically.

  Blood rushes from my head. I am going to enjoy giving her an orgasm she will never forget, and I warn her it will be intense. She grips my hair and skin when I go down on her pulsating pussy to devour her.

  Swirling my shameless tongue around her sexy little folds and sensitive clit fills me with urgency. The taste of her … incomparable. The feel of her juicy flesh under my tongue … enraptured bliss.

  My relentless oral skills, intense and greedy, work her up until she clutches at her explosion, body begging to break. I know she is close. I attack her spreading folds as her core pulses and swells while her body tenses. I
like learning what makes this body tick, her timing, strength, control, and her weaknesses.

  “Lucca, Jesus. I’m …” She moans desperately at the same time I groan against her pussy.

  With another nip on her clit and fuck of my fingers, she explodes into an almighty powerful orgasm, trembling and thrashing her head side to side.

  Reaching her cusp, she climaxes over my tongue and against my lips, highly sensitive and completely aroused. She whimpers and cries, tensing and shaking, reaching her climax after my mouth ravenously feasts on her vibrating pussy.

  God … that just took “turn on” to a whole new level, watching and feeling her come apart so intensely. It is a vision I could admire all day.

  Exhilarating.

  I am one lucky son of a bitch. This is only ever going to get better, and I will never tire of wanting her this way.

  It was the best fucking thrill of all … complete hedonism. A habit I will never cease to execute.

  After my first taste of her, I know she is an addiction I will endlessly crave. Substance abuse … my girl’s arousal dripping on my tongue. Dependency and the only help I seek is right inside that tight pussy of hers.

  My girl.

  My dolcezza.

  My angel.

  Mine.

  I like the way it sounds playing around in my mind or what is left of it. The minute my lips touched hers, she now has me, all of me, in her little palm. That includes my body and mind.

  Light as a feather, I lift her off the floor and planned to walk back to the bedroom and take her on the bed, but she wraps her legs around me and tightens her grip. I cannot wait any longer. My balls throb, dick thrums.

  Grabbing the base of my cock, I rub it against her sensitive clit and hot, swollen, wet folds. The moisture coats me. Christ, it feels good. Finding her entrance, I push myself inside her and feel complete sensory overload. She is so tight, perfect, and warm.