CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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His hands move down to my breasts, and he alternates between massaging them and squeezing them hard, stoking a fire in me that's never been lit before.

I get lost in the way he touches me, the way his mouth dominates mine, the way he consumes my very being.

And I give in to the love I feel for this man.

My hands move faster, becoming greedy to explore every

dip and swell of the corded muscle in his body.

Luca's hand slips between my legs, and this time, when his finger strokes over my clit, I feel a sharp sensation.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I gasp, but before I can overthink it, Luca takes my eyes prisoner, saying, "Stay with me. Don't think about anything else. Focus on how it feels

when I touch you. Focus on us."

I lock eyes with him and direct all my attention to his hand between my legs, his body covering mine, and how this man touches my heart and soul like no other.

He rubs circles around my clit, and when he starts to flick at the suddenly sensitive bundle of nerves, my back arches, and frustration slithers through me.

Luca pushes his left hand behind my neck, his fingers wrapping possessively around me. His eyes burn into mine, as he stays, "Mia regina. Mia moglie. Amore Mio."

Sweet Jesus.

"More," I gasp, the frustration retreating and my body melting into his touch.

"Sei il mio tutto."

Oh, God. Luca speaking Italian is so freaking hot.