CHAPTER 2
LUCA
He hesitates.
I grip the back of his neck, pushing until he sinks, the cuffs clinking as his hands brace against my thighs. “You can stop pretending,” I murmur, resting my tip against his lips. “We both know you want it.”
“This doesn’t mean—”
“Open.” My tone leaves no room for argument.
His mouth parts, and I push in, slow, deliberate, watching his eyes. The heat of him swallows me inch by inch, and a low groan escapes before I can stop it.
“That’s it, Malachi,” I praise, threading my fingers into his tied hair. “Breathe. Take me in.”
He glares up at me, but his lips close tighter around me, tongue pressing along the underside.
“f**k—” I hiss, tightening my grip in his bun. “You’re a natural.”
“Mmh—”
“That was not a complaint,” I murmur, guiding his head, setting
