C O M P L E T E D
In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck.
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Published: 12/09/2016
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A/N: The song Bad by Wale ft Rihanna (yes, that remix) was what I listened to while writing this entire chapter. So, I mean, if you don't mind having a song on repeat, I recommend that one! The link to the song is in the inline comment (:
I was afraid of what was coming. It was a mixture of fear and exhilaration. There was a glint in his eyes that I didn't recognise – I just called it the crazed look because it made my heart tremble like crazy. To others, more experienced in what was happening, that look was love; to me it was terrifying.
However, part of me, the bigger part, the part that was winning over, felt safe. Luca would keep me safe. He would keep his promise to the best of his ability.
Luca smiled down at me, caressing my cheek gently and whispered, "I'm going to show you just how much I love you." I closed my eyes, leaning into his hand as he continued stroking my skin gently and he took it as an opportunity to gain the upper hand.
It really wouldn't take long to make me submit to anything he wanted, but when he touched me so caringly, I couldn't help but melt like goo against him.
He kissed me, his lips brushed against mine gently, teasingly and I breathed in deeply, shaking as his other hand slid down my waist and over my ass. "I love this curve here," he squeezed my ass, kneading it with his fingers, "I could squeeze it forever."
His mouth caught my giggle and he groaned, "I love your laugh. I want to hear it for the rest of my life. It's the most melodious sound known to man." I gulped, letting him guide me back on the bed and I shivered under him as he crawled over my body.
"I could kiss your mouth forever," he murmured, tracing my lips with his thumb before he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my mouth. "And your breasts," he groaned, sliding his warm palm over my nipples.
I trembled under him, opening my eyes to watch him pepper kisses from my mouth, down my collarbone and to my left breast. "They're the perfect size for me." I moaned, arching my back as he ran his tongue over my left nipple and with his fingers, tweaked my right one.
I was at his sole mercy and I was surer of that than my love for his dïck – and that was a lot.
"And this little mole right here," he stopped his lips right under my right breast, where a little circular mole stood. He brushed his finger over it and kissed it. "Your body is a piece of art and not the richest man in the world could ever afford it."
I smiled, rolling my eyes at his praise, but continued watching him through hooded eyes as he sustained worshipping my body with kisses and sweet acclaims. His lips returned to the little spots on my body and I squirmed against him when he reached the lower part of my abdomen.
