icanflymylove
Can be read as standalone!
Luca leaned in closer, the air between them thick with tension. His gaze was dark, intense-focused solely on her. "You don't understand what you're getting into," he said in a low voice, each word coated with warning and desire.
She stood her ground, meeting his gaze with defiance. "Then show me," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest. The danger in his eyes, the way he looked at her as if she were the most coveted thing in the room, sent a shiver down her spine. But she wasn't afraid.
Luca's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. He reached for her wrist, his touch firm and commanding as he pulled her toward him. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
His grip tightened, and for a moment, she thought she might lose herself in him-caught in his power, in his world of risk and reward. His lips brushed against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, unrelenting, as if he was claiming her as his own. Her body responded before her mind could even catch up, her hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to reality.
His lips moved to her neck, hot and possessive, his breath ragged as his hands explored the curve of her back. There was no room for hesitation between them. The danger was real, the attraction undeniable, and yet, neither of them could walk away.
"I warned you," Luca whispered against her skin, his voice a deadly promise.
The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the fire between them, the pull of a connection neither of them could control.