“And how would that be?”
His fingers still for a moment, but then he thrusts them inside so hard I gasp. “Like a f*****g queen, Isabella.”
His words. His fingers. Him. It’s too much.
I come again, tears in my eyes and a wide smile on my lips.
Luca’s arm encircles me, and he flips me around until I’m on my stomach. “And now, I’m going to royally f**k you. With your magnificent noble ass on display the whole time.” He grips my hips, lifts my pelvis, and buries himself inside of me.
I grab at the headboard and hold on with all my might as Luca rocks into me from behind, trying to match my breathing to his tempo. Him, inside—I take a deep breath. Exhale when he slides out. I don’t think I’m getting enough air because I’m feeling lightheaded. It could be due to the lack of oxygen or maybe
