❝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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P A R I S
The morning comes too soon, and I'm wrapped in the warmth of Luciano's bare chest. The room is quiet until a deep, frustrated voice breaks the silence. I squirm a little when something soft grazes my face.
"Get the fuck off," Luciano mutters exasperatedly. "Cielo, really? Of all times?"
I blink slowly and let out a groggy mumble, still half-asleep.
"Luciano?"
His voice instantly softens as he notices I'm awake.
"Oh, you're up, amore," he whispers, his hand sliding gently down my side as he kisses my forehead. "Sorry about that."
I squint, realizing that Cielo is currently sprawled across us, clearly proud of himself for interrupting our sleep. Luciano sighs, pushing Cielo aside with frustration, while I can't help but smile at the situation.
"What time is it?" I mumble, nestling deeper into Luciano's warm chest.
"6 a.m.," he says softly, glancing at the clock before turning back to me. "Go back to sleep, bella. It's still early."
His hand moves in slow, soothing strokes through my hair, while his other hand slips beneath my shirt, tracing soft, barely-there lines down my back. His touch is hypnotic and the gentle rise and fall of his chest against my cheek draw me back toward sleep as my eyes flutter shut again.
But before I can drift off completely, a sudden loud crash shatters the silence, like something heavy has fallen or broken. My eyes fly open and Luciano stills against me, his hand pausing on my back. Then he groans softly, his jaw tightening.
"What the hell now?" He murmurs, annoyed as he shifts to get up, ready to investigate.
I prop myself up on my elbow, still drowsy, rubbing my eyes.
"Where are you going?" I ask as Luciano starts getting out of bed.
He leans down, kissing my forehead with that familiar tenderness.
"I'm just going to check it out. Stay here."
Before I can say anything, he gets out of bed. I flop back onto the mattress with a tired sigh when he leaves the room. Moments later, he returns, and his serious expression makes my stomach drop. I sit up and frown as I look at him.
"What was it?" I ask and Luciano's lips press into a thin line, hesitating for a second.
"It's Richard... he's back." He finally speaks.
The words hit me like a truck. My jaw drops, and my heart races in shock.
"What? Are you sure? He's not supposed to be back until next month!" I stammer, scrambling to get out of bed, panic rising in my chest.
