❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He 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...
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P A R I S
I can't stop smiling. My cheeks hurt from grinning so much, but I don't care. How could I? Luciano gave in. We're finally together, just like I always wanted. It still feels like a dream, and I don't want to wake up.
He hasn't officially asked me to be his girlfriend-Luciano's never cared much about labels anyway-but it doesn't matter. The way he looks at me, holds me, kisses me... That's enough. More than enough.
Because Luciano loves me. And I love him. And knowing that, feeling that, is everything.
Ever since I woke up in the hospital, he's been so different-so present. But really, I'm the one who's changed. I can't stop being affectionate and clingy, can't stop touching and kissing him. Maybe it's because, after all this time, he's finally mine.
I can kiss him whenever I want, curl up in his arms, feel his warmth. I'm making up for all those moments I spent wondering if we'd ever be like this. Luciano pretends he's annoyed sometimes-rolling his eyes or making me beg when I want a kiss.
I know he does it just to watch me squirm. But God, I love it. The way he makes me work for it, for even the smallest touch or kiss, gives me butterflies. Every time he gives that little smirk, or makes me pout, I feel this exciting thrill.
The submissive in me can't get enough of how he toys with me. It's like he knows exactly what I need, even before I do. When he finally gives in-leaning close, pressing his delicious lips against mine, or pulling me tight against his chest-it feels like all my dreams are coming true.
I don't care that he makes me beg; I love it. Because every time I do, he rewards me with that smirk, that kiss, that touch that leaves me breathless. I watch him fondly as he drives, his hand resting on my thigh. He glances at me, and my heart skips a beat.
He's mine. The love of my life, the focus of my darkest fantasies, the inspiration behind my wildest thoughts aka Luciano fucking Russo is finally all mine! I don't even care that I've turned into a clingy, begging, affectionate mess. If this is what being with Luciano feels like, I'll happily stay this way forever.
Ever since that day in the hospital when he mentioned having something to show me, he's been so annoyingly cryptic. I've tried every trick in the book-puppy dog eyes, sweet-talk him, promising to cook his favorite meals, even begging-but he wouldn't tell me anything.
It was driving me crazy. Now, here we are, driving to... well, I have no clue where. I groan dramatically, hoping it might break his resolve. But he just chuckles softly, briefly squeezing my thigh before letting go to steer us around a corner.
"Luciano, please," I whine, trying one last time. "You're killing me with all this suspense!"
