❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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L U C I A N O
I wake slowly, feeling heavy and groggy, but there's something... off. A soft touch brushes across my face, gentle, almost hesitant. At first, I ignore it, too tired to care. But then it happens again. Light fingertips brush over my eyebrows, trace my jaw, graze my lips, and toy with the necklaces around my neck.
My eyes snap open.
Paris.
She's awake.
She's lying there, smiling softly at me, her hand still tracing the contours of my face like she's memorizing it. My heart nearly stops, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. It feels too good to be true. She's really awake, really looking at me.
Tears blur my vision, and I blink them away rapidly, the weight of relief crushing my chest. We just stare at each other, neither of us daring to speak. Seeing her tired, beautiful face—alive and breathing—reaches deep into my soul.
"Paris..." I whisper, my voice rough with emotion.
My hand shakes as I reach up to brush her hair out of her face, my fingers grazing her soft cheek. She leans into my hand, closing her eyes briefly, as if savoring the feeling.
"Luciano." She whispers back.
Hearing her say my name breaks something in me, and tears spill down my face. I stroke her cheek again and again, trying to convince myself this is real. That she's really here.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, my voice hoarse. "Do you need anything? Should I call the nurse?"
She shakes her head, still wearing that small, lovely smile that fills me with a sense of calm.
"No," she responds, her voice raspy and weak, but the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. "You're all I need."
That breaks me. A sob catches in my throat, and the tears keep coming, and I don't even care.
"I was so scared," I choke out, my voice cracking. "I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd never see you again."
"Me too." She murmurs.
Her hand finds my cheek, her thumb stroking my skin gently and brushing away my tears like I'm the one who needs comfort. I kiss her palm, pressing it tightly against my face as more tears fall. My lips tremble, and I can barely breathe.
"I'm sorry, Luciano..." she apologizes, looking up at me with tired, sad eyes. "I'm sorry for making you worry, for going to Aaron, for putting myself in danger... for always being a handful."
Her words hit me hard. She's apologizing? After everything she's been through, she thinks she owes me an apology? My heart tightens painfully, and without thinking, I cradle her face in my shaking hand and press my lips to hers.
