Lucci sets down the meals setting everything up his eyes looking to you every second. Pouring some wine he lit up candles on the table. Stopping behind you his hands closed on your waist. "Lucci." You say softly. The sweetness of your voice made his body shutter having those fantasies of you saying his name underneath him.
Wrapping his arms around you he held you up against him the craving of tasting you sounds better than the meal he bought. "Lucci." You say again feeling unsteady in his arms.
"Lucci your hot again."
A small nervous laugh escapes your lungs feeling him pull away to clear out his throat.
"Lucci, Lucci, Rob Lucci."
Sliding his hands in his pockets he just listens to you repeat his name. "That is."
Slowly stepping up to him he steps back wanting space till he cools off, but you just follow before him. "An Italian name, is it not?"
Lucci stops walking his entire body tensing up. "You are from Italy." Stopping before him you hear a warning growl that is very inhumane. "Lucci, what are you? Who are you? I've had many strangers enter my church but never someone as you. You are."
The words in your mouth shiver as if what you search for won't be perfect to describe him. But there is one at the top of your tongue but having him like this so close, you know he is impatiently waiting to hear it.
And teasing him for it just seems to bring so much excitement. The way his body is stoned the atmosphere around him that sinks its teeth forcing everything to submit before him. It made you feel light-headed having the feelings change to you now being his prey.
"Am I what?" Lucci's husky voice almost made a small moan escape. With each step he took overtowering your small frame you begin to step back watching how his shoulders sway.
The edges of the kitchen counter met your waist making you lean back. Lucci reached down lifting you up having your legs slightly spread. "Am I what?" His hands sliding under your dress to grab hold of your thighs. Shockingly his touch made your body flinch from the tingle sensation.
"Are you ticklish?" Lucci leaned in closer purring out his words. Squeezing your thighs again you squirm a bit letting out a small squeal.
"What am I?"
His hands slide up a bit more making you gasp in shock. "Lucci, you are eccentric."
Twirling your finger around his long goatee. His hands moved away to slide his thumbs underneath your mask so that they could trace your lips.
"Lucci." sliding your hand on his cheeks to trace his lips in return.
Breathing heavily his body begin to steam uncontrollable. The sensation in his chest the drowsy feeling in his mind. Opening his mouth he curled his lips around your thumb his teeth gently pressing down. The sweet salty taste of your hand from the lotion you used.
Suddenly he slammed his hands on the counter digging his nails deep into the wood you pulled your hands away as he growled out a hiss, showing his fangs.
"Lucci." You say worried as he backs away running to the door.
"Eat without me!" He growls out.
Looking at the table you see how he had it all set up. Not wanting to eat without him you sit down waiting patiently for him. 3 minutes pass and he finally steps out.
A towel was wrapped around his waist but everything else seemed to be sculptured by the hand of an artist.
Blushing you look away quickly covering the side of your face so you wouldn't see.
Lucci looked at you confused but he remembered he has always seen you naked in the tub but you never had your turn.
Smiling wickedly he finds that so adorable from you. "I apologize, but my clothes are drying." Lucci moves around for a bit. "No it's fine!" Standing up you almost fall back on the table from the sudden shock of having him close.
"You haven't touched your food." Lucci says worried that you may have not liked it. "No, I was waiting for you, It would have been rude for me to start my meal after everything you have done." Holding your hands against your chest. "Thank you very much Lucci."
Lucci's slow steps echo till they stop before you. "I've been meaning to ask you something." Sliding his hand to the back of your neck his other arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close. Gasping your hands were stuck in the center of your chest and his.
The muscles and hot skin underneath your palms made you shake nervously.
"You say you are the last of the nuns. I rarely see you dressed up as one. Why is that?"
Looking away you stay silent but it seems as if he is already catching on. Lying to him would be too much since you already keep enough secrets from him as it is.
