𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

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ANTHEA

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As I walked into the room, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I could see Luciano sitting on the bed, his dark eyes focused on me with hunger. He had always been able to spark a fire within me, and today was no different. I could feel the familiar tingling in my core, and the throbbing between my legs as I slowly approached him.

"Hello, my love Anthea," he purred, motioning for me to come closer.

I couldn't resist the seductive pull he had on me, and with each step I took, my heart rate increased. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, and it only fueled my own. As I reached the edge of the bed, he leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed my body, igniting flames wherever they touched.

"I've been thinking about you all day, Anthea," Luciano whispered against my lips, his breath warm and heavy.

"I was here all day, I need to go back," I say whispering.

"I will not let you go," he says as he walks over a bit.

"But I need-"

"I will be brutal," he says, as I just gulp, looking at him.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and full of desire.

"Yes," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

Without another word, he grabbed my waist and pulled me more towards him, crashing his lips onto mine in a hungry kiss. The intensity of it immediately ignited a fire inside me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His eyes never leaving mine as he trailed kisses down my body, stopping at all the right places to make me moan.

His lips moved down to my chest, his tongue circling my hardened nipples. I couldn't hold back a whimper, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.

"Tell me what you want, Anthea," he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"I want you," I whispered, my body trembling with anticipation.

A smirk played on his lips as his hands traveled down my stomach, finding their way to the waistband of my panties. He slowly pulled them down, taking his sweet time, making me desperate for his touch. Once they were off, he spread my legs and positioned himself between them, his hand teasing my throbbing core.

"Does it feel good, Anthea?" he asked with a wicked smile, knowing very well the effect he had on me.

I could only moan in response as his fingers expertly played with my clit, sending electrifying sensations throughout my body. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure he was giving me, and I lost myself in the moment.

It wasn't long before his fingers were replaced with his tongue, and all ability to form coherent thoughts vanished. He sucked and licked, flicking his tongue precisely where I needed it the most. I could feel myself building towards an intense climax, and I bucked my hips against his mouth, desperately wanting more.

With one final flick of his tongue, he pushed me over the edge, and I cried out in pure bliss. My body trembled and convulsed under his touch, and I held onto the sheets tightly as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

As I came down from my high, Luciano pulled me up, guiding me to straddle his lap. His erection pressed against my core, and I could feel the heat emanating from it. Without hesitation, I slowly sank down onto him, taking him in inch by inch.

His hands trailed down to my hips, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss. I could feel every inch of his body pressed against mine, and it only made me want him more.

I moaned in pleasure as his lips left mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. His hands moved up to my breasts, gently squeezing and teasing my nipples. I couldn't hold back my moans, and I squirmed under his touch.

"Tell me what you want, Anthea,"he growled, his voice dripping with desire.

I knew exactly what I wanted, and I didn't hesitate to tell him.

"I want you, Luciano. I want you to make me feel everything."

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I moved against him.

But then he switched back to him be on the top. Entering more aggressively.

But I didn't tell him to stop. I couldn't. The pleasure was too intense, too intoxicating.

With each thrust, I felt a sharp pain shoot through me, but I bit my lip and didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin the moment, to ruin the raw passion between us.

Luciano's movements became more urgent, his thrusts harder and faster. I could feel my body responding, my pleasure building.

And then, I felt a warm wetness between my legs. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest.

But still, I didn't tell him to stop. I couldn't. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too all-consuming.

As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. I should have told him that it hurt, that he was making me bleed.

But in that moment, with Luciano's hands on my body, his lips on mine, it didn't matter. All that mattered was our intense connection, our desire for each other.

As we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had experienced something raw and intense, something that only Luciano could give me.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that he would understand, that he would always push me to my limits, to give me the pleasure that I craved.

Then he whispers, "I should have been more careful,' he whispered, his lips moving against my ear. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

I couldn't help but feel touched by his concern and care. But at the same time, I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I should have told him before, but I was so caught up in the moment and I didn't want to ruin it.

Shit.