“It’s too bad it’s not raining tonight,” Aurora said, her voice husky. “I was hoping to relive our first night together.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, her firm grip making his manhood throb in his pants, as she pulled him closer. Releasing him, she tumbled on the bed and spread her legs apart, licking her upper lip. She had wanted him so desperately for so long and now, they could finally be together. No strings. No fear. Just love.
“You’re so beautiful,” Luca said, his voice overflowing with unbridled lust as he unbuttoned his shirt. He peeled it off and threw it across the floor.
“Kiss me,” she urged, her feathery voice full of anticipation as she reached toward him. He pressed his mouth against hers, the magic of her fiery kiss overwhelming his senses. The sensation of her knees in his hands sent waves of desire and excitement through him, as Aurora flexed her muscles around him. Her captivating grip drew a small groan out of him, his hands slowly travelling up her outer thighs. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she gently bit his lower lip. Luca squeezed her flesh, feeling his manhood getting harder by the second. Aurora loosened her constricting grip, before sliding her hands down his massive back.
“All over,” she gasped, tilting her head back. “Kiss me all over.”
“Gladly…” he said, his voice deep, as he kissed along her jawline. He let her scent flow through him while she traced her fingers along his shoulder blades. Reaching down, Luca unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her soft sighs audible over his kisses. Kissing his way down the left side of her neck, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. Aurora’s hand slipped up and into his hair, as he pulled his clothing down. A lustful moan left her lips, as she felt Luca’s big, stiff cock pressing against her. Reaching forward, he took her breasts in both of his hands. Her long sigh of arousal turned him on even more. Luca buried his face between her breasts, his breath getting heavier. Moving his mouth across her chest, he squeezed them first and then rolled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers.
“God, those lips…” Aurora whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, the fine hairs of his beard brushing against her skin, as he took her breast into his mouth. Sucking on it, he lightly pinched her other nipple. Her legs twitched, as he used his warm tongue to lick the areola. Trapping it between his teeth, he bit it gently, causing her body to buck hard against him. Aurora stroked his shoulder blade, running her tongue across her lips, as he licked her swollen nipple. Luca slid his hands down her sides, savoring the sensation of her smooth skin on his mouth.
She put her legs back down on the bed, her lustful sighs filling his ears, as he stroked her flesh. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, the sweet scent of her arousal adding to his lust. Not wasting any more time, Luca wrapped his arms around her thighs and eagerly pulled her to him. Closing his eyes, he slid his tongue down her stomach.
“Oh, my God!” Aurora moaned, throwing her head back, as his lips closed around her hard, swollen clit. Stroking her inner thighs, he pulled it into his mouth, her moisture on his chin driving him crazy with lust. She reached forward and drove her hand into his hair, her lustful moans filling the room. Luca flicked his dexterous tongue across her clit, letting go of her left thigh. Nipping at her sensitive nub, he put his fingers at her entrance. Moving his hand up, he slid his middle finger over her clit. Luca rubbed slow circles around her clit, savoring the taste of her in his mouth.
“I’m coming, baby!” she moaned, as he pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Her words forced him to quicken his pace. By now, Aurora was bucking wildly up against him, her groans echoing in the room and the hallway outside, as her orgasm came closer and closer. Within seconds, her body convulsed, a powerful, earth-shattering climax crashing into her, stealing her breath. Aurora lay in bed, gasping, with a blissful smile on her face.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, as he kissed his way up her stomach. “That felt so good.”
“I hope you’re ready for more,” he said, his voice raspy.
“I am,” Aurora’s eyes twinkled with mischief. Pushing him to the right, she rolled them over so Luca was on his back. She sat up and looked down into his eyes as she gripped his large, throbbing cock. Her long, gentle strokes aroused him. Unable to resist the temptation of worshipping her breasts some more, he tilted his head up.
“You sexy boy…” she moaned as his lips landed on her right breast. Aurora placed his manhood at her entrance. She bent her head towards him, closing her eyes, as Luca licked her entire nipple in a circular motion. A long, lustful moan left her lips, as his cock pushed through the folds of her womanhood. He took his lips off of her breast, feeling his shaft going deeper and deeper, pulling her closer for a kiss. Luca put his hands on her hips, relishing the taste of her lips.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” Aurora whispered.
He needed no encouragement. Smoothing his hands down her body, he stopped them at her ass. Luca squeezed her, savoring the feel of her, as he began to rock into her. She sank her fingernails into his flesh, her muffled moans sending him one step closer to heaven. The lust written all over her face made him bite his lower lip, his head dizzy with desire.
“You’re so hard…” Aurora groaned, stroking his chest. “Don’t stop, baby.”
Luca ran his hand up her body and pulled her down onto him, filling her up, as a small drop of sweat streamed down her chest. Taking her left breast into his mouth, he slid his hand down her back. He sucked on it, her moans audible over his. Digging his fingernails into her skin, he pushed his cock in and out of her even faster. His orgasm was building up quickly within him.
Her lips were quivering, as his deep, hard thrusts sent her into pure ecstasy. In a matter of seconds, her entire body quaked, as her second orgasm that night shot through her; they came together with a cry of pleasure. Aurora collapsed onto Luca, struggling to catch her breath. Luca eased his grip on her and rolled over onto his left side, panting for breath.
“God, I’m exhausted,” she whispered as she kissed his cheek.
“Get some sleep,” he said, reaching towards her face. Aurora gave him one last, loving look before closing her eyes. The flickering candlelight danced across her face, illuminating her cheekbones, as he tucked tendrils of her hair behind her ear. Her peaceful look made his heart full. She was back.
And he was never going to let go of her again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The next morning, Luca woke up with a smile on his face. Aurora was still fast asleep beside him, strands of hair scattered across her cheek, as she lay on her chest.
Perfect, he thought. Sneaking out of bed, he tiptoed towards the door, looking back at her the entire time.
Aurora was still sleeping when he returned to the bedroom. Luca felt his heart racing as he lifted the covers. Lying on his left side, he pulled the blankets up, staring down at her face. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils as he tilted his head down. He closed his eyes and placed a soft kiss on her lips, eager to hear her voice.
“Good morning,” Luca whispered, as a sweet smile spread across her face.
“It sure is,” Aurora purred, slowly opening her eyes. “I love waking up with you.”
“I do, too,” he said, keeping his voice calm. “But… what now, Rory?”
“It’s a little too early to have this kind of conversation,” she laughed, rubbing her eyes. “And I just woke up.
“I want you to come live with me here,” Luca declared. He opened his hand and set a blue, velveteen box down on the bed, before pushing the covers down, gently. “This ring belonged to my grandmother. Aurora Brewster…” he paused and took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”
Gasping in shock, she gazed down at the sapphire ring. Luca’s heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. Aurora reached down towards the box with a blissful smile.
“Yes,” she whispered, giving a short nod. Her answer swelled his heart with emotion. Luca’s eyes sparkled with lo
ve, as he gently took her hand. He placed the ring on her finger, his gaze locked on her, as she leaned closer to him. Letting go of her hand, he pulled her closer and they joined in a long, tender kiss.
Aurora felt happy tears pooling in her eyes and her heart leapt with sheer joy. She was ecstatic to have the man of her dreams back in her life. She held him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against her skin. Now, Aurora could be with the man who had changed her life, who had turned her world around…
Her Luca. Her king.
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Chapter 1
Alivia strode into her cousin’s garage, more of a strut than a stroll since the retro gingham skirt she wore hugged curves and left nothing to the imagination, despite its below the knee length. If the skirt was modest, she more than compensated for it with bumblebee yellow heels, thus the strut. She would never stoop to actual striding- not if she wanted to admit her power as a woman in her family was flimsy. Nothing offended these men worse than an unfeminine woman mimicking the mannerisms of a man in the presence of her male relatives. Like a silent indictment against their manhood- what woman would want to act like a man unless one wasn’t present?
Well, she didn’t give a hoot for their dignity, but as the only girl in a clan of overbearing, macho men, she had to use whatever wiles she had.
The men stopped talking when she entered, their faces slowly becoming visible as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.
“Did you think you would melt if you let in a little light, gentlemen?” she asked.
One of them rose: her cousin, Conor. Another cousin, and a few of their soldiers, sat around the table. One man caught her eye for a brief second- the stark symmetry of his facial bones under messy dark hair shone like a beam of crystal among coal. But she didn’t have the time nor inclination to gape any longer than a few seconds.
“Liv,” Conor said, putting down his cards and rounding the table. He took her arm, which she allowed because they were in company. “What’re ya doing here? Who’s minding the shop?”
As if he needed to worry about her shop. Her red-slicked lips pursed as she controlled her irritation.
“I want to play,” she said, pitching her voice loud enough so that the other players could hear. She’d expected the laughter, noticing that the pretty one watched her with thoughtful eyes, rubbing something, a stone perhaps, in between his fingers. Something about the rock triggered memory, but she forced herself to concentrate.
“Come on, Liv,” Conor laughed. “You know that ain’t right for a girl to sit down at a card table with men.”
“My cousins are here,” she pointed out. “It’s proper enough. And I want stakes.”
Silence descended. Stakes were important- stakes meant she was here on business and not a whim.
“Stakes?” he repeated.
Alivia wouldn’t be intimidated. Though Conor was a broad shouldered, thick-armed male considered handsome despite his lack of height, she didn’t bother with fear of his anger or irritation. Fear wasted time.
“I need an extension on my loan payment. The shop is having trouble.”
He paused a long moment. “Now, Liv, I warned you when you took the loan from me to open a flower shop that this might happen. You know what happens if you default.”
She knew. And had to suppress a shudder. Conor’s eyes flickered downward, touching on the creamy pale skin bared by a snug, scoop necked sweater with short cap sleeves. But even with the voluptuous shapewear, the smallest twitch gave any red-blooded male plenty of flesh to watch bounce around.
“And since you’re my cousin, and you want to be fair, you’ll let me play a game. It’s just a loan extension. You’d do the same for a soldier you favored.”
“True. But I don’t want to offend the boys.”
She looked at her cousin, lip curled. As if the ‘boys’ would object to a bit of flash and curve sitting at the table to give them something besides each other’s ugly mugs to look at. She stepped around Conor, approaching the table with her eyes lowered, hand still on her hip. And posed.
“Do you gentlemen mind?” she asked, softening her tone. “One game. If I win, I get an extension on my loan. A girl has to go down fighting.”
“Let her play,” the pretty one murmured, eyes on his cards when she raised hers in his direction. Liv seated herself in the chair Conor dragged up to the table. She waited until they finished the current round, spending the time watching the players, trying to get a feel for their rhythms.
She played with a single mindedness and casual charm that disarmed her opponents. And, when she won the round, she took care to thank her cousin and the men properly, as if they had let her win as a favor. Mother told her to let a man take credit- that way the next time a gal came knocking for a favor, he was eager to oblige rather than sour from the last time.
But, when she glimpsed Conor’s expression as she took her leave, she knew he would be sour.
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