Cara's pov
“One day you'll tell me the story behind this.” Luca said in a thoughtful tone as his thumb brushed over the now healed scar on my wrists.
We were pressed against each other in my bed, resting or rather recovering from our hours and hours of vigorous s*x.
Just like Luca had threatened, I was completely spent and couldn't move without feeling the soreness of my hips, thighs and between them. He had taken me in every part of my small apartment; on the kitchen counter, on the couch, in front of my vanity mirror –which was my favourite– in my cramped shower stall and finally on my bed where we now laid.
I watched as his eyes narrowed on the tiny, old scars that were so faint they were barely visible.
But Luca noticed them and the protective fire in his gaze warmed the blood
