"Nnngh, Luca!" I whimpered, fingers gripping tightly to his hair as his tongue ravished me until I fully woke up. At least he let me sleep for a couple of hours.  It was still dark outside though informing me our night was long from over.

"Sì Bebè ..." he hummed against my core. "Hai un sapore così dolce."

(Yes Baby ...You taste so sweet.)

"Ahhh yes!" I moaned, arching my back and grinding my core over his face as I came apart.

Luca kissed quickly up my humming body, leaving hot open mouth kisses over my belly, lingering on my tattoo before kissing through my cleavage then finally crashing down on my lips. I answered his call willingly, eagerly as our tongues collided. 

In one rapid thrust, he filled me.  Arching my back again and moaning in the delicious pleasure of him inside me, Luca grinned.  Growling against my neck, he began a quick rhythm, grunting with each rough pass.  My short, whimpered moans mixed with his sounds in a melodious chorus as we joined again. 

My nails raked his back as he took me, ravished me and brought us both to the heights of pleasure. His thumb pressed my nub and rubbed furiously in circles, making my body convulse with release.  After a few more hard, deep thrusts, Luca exploded into my depths again.

"Madison, il mio amore," Luca sighed, laying beside me with his cheek on my bare chest.

(my love)

I smiled, lightly stroking his hair until he closed his eyes and I felt his breathing slow down. My eyes closed, too, resolving to go back to sleep but Luca's rumbling voice roused me again.

"I'm so glad I came for you," he sighed, fingertips lazily gliding up then down my arm.

"I thought after you sent me away," I mused softly, staring at the ceiling, "You never wanted to see me again."

He sighed heavily then lightly kissed the swell of my breast.  "I was angry that day, yes, but more scared than anything."

My brows furrowed.  "I don't understand..."

"Before that night we were taken," he began, resting his chin on a hand to peer at me.  "We had been getting many threats.  We had gathered from our intel they were from the Falladori family.  My father was insistent I keep you close but wouldn't tell me why."

"I thought it was to get me pregnant," I scoffed sarcastically.

"Oh," he groaned, cheeks reddening with embarrassment.  He buried his face on my chest.  "I forgot you understood that conversation."  We both roared with laughter for a few moments before settling back down. "I still didn't understand why he wanted that specifically with you when I had Giselle or Johanna.  Yes, for an heir but any girl could get pregnant."

"Did you figure it out?" I asked, resuming my rhythm of languidly stroking his hair.

Luca shook his head slowly. "Not right away, no." Then he turned back up to look at me.  "Until I found out your full last name, Madison.  He wanted to tie you to me.  To combine our families and become unstoppable."

Frowning I stared down at him.  "Yet he never told you this?"

Again, Luca shook his head.  "The danger, I knew, would only get more severe for you if you stayed with me. Almost everyone down in the club that night was killed except for only my soldiers and a handful of the girls.  I couldn't bare the thought of that happening to you.  However, as time went on, threats turned from my family as the goal to be aimed directly at you."

"So that's when you came for me?" I smiled, stroking his cheek with my fingertip. He nodded then kissed my other breast.

"My men couldn't follow you everywhere you went.  I realized you would be safest with me."

"I have always felt safe with you," I confessed giving a sincere smile as I twirled a lock of his hair around my finger.

"But you said you never were," he countered, frowning to show his confusion.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head.  "My heart was never safe with you but I always knew my body was."

Luca grinned then lifted to hover over me more and place a passionate, languid kiss on my lips. Hands wandered, our tongues dueled, hunger grew but still, although reluctantly, Luca pulled away.

"We should eat some food first," He smirked.

I gasped then shoved him off me.  "The cannoli's!"

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"Mmmm, così morbido ... così dolce ... e perfettamente croccante," Luca moaned as he took a bite of another cannoli, probably at least his third by now.  I lost count.

(so soft ... so sweet ... and perfectly crunchy)

My lips closed around another, loving the crunch of the shells. "Mhmm," I moaned, too.  "I'm glad I put the mixture in the fridge before dinner.  I had forgotten I did!"

We sat in the jacuzzi again, across from each other this time eating our fill of the belated dessert from dinner.  Glasses of wine were half filled and fruit had once towered on a plate.  We ate that first.

Luca's gaze was firmly trained on me, watching as I devoured my cannoli. I ignored him then took a sip of wine, laying my head back and closed my eyes.

"Oh cara, la mia tigre," Luca exclaimed, wading through the water toward me. I peaked with one eye. "You have something on your..."

(Oh dear, my tiger)

I squealed when Luca's arm quickly wrapped around my waist.  He tugged me toward him then sat back.  Grinning wide up at me like he just won a secret prize.  Wiggling my hips, I situated myself sitting on his lap.  I slid my hands over his stomach then up his chest, admiring every bump and ridge of his toned muscles.

Luca's hands roamed up then down my sides, thumbs teasingly grazed the sides of my breasts.  One ventured to gently grope and massage while the other slid south and disappeared between my legs.

Rolling my head back, I moaned softly and ground my hips over Luca's finger.  It teased before finally delving inside.  I ached for something more, but knew it would come soon. The warmth of his mouth covered my other breast, sucking and kissing lightly. The pressure in my belly quickly began building again and I needed more. 

"More," I moaned, groaning and writhing on him. "Please!"

With a devious grin, Luca lifted me off him, turned me around and guided me to kneel where he found me earlier. His lips grazed my shoulder while his hands wandered.

"Show me.." He kissed my me neck. "What you were doing..." Then he nibbled my ear. "Earlier."

Biting my lower lip, I lowered myself until I found the jet I had straddled.  Slowly I lowered and raised myself over the powerful stream.  The bubbles fluttered across my sensitive bud, sending small electric pulses through me now that it was uncovered.  I heard a guttural growl from behind me, then felt Luca's hands on my hips.

"Naughty, naughty," Luca chuckled against my back, kissing his way up from the top of the water to my neck.

I felt a knee nudge its way between my legs which I willingly spread apart.  Luca guided my hips to tilt back toward him.  A low groan escaped as I felt him ease his length into me reaching a new depth.

With slow yet deliberate thrusts, Luca found his rhythm.  He reached around and rubbed my bud in vigorous circles as he kissed and nipped at my shoulder.

"I never thought...of doing this.." He groaned between thrusts, "When I...put the...jacuzzi here..."

"Are you really...trying to talk...right now?" I moaned breathlessly, rolling my head back onto his shoulder.

I felt him grin against the center of my back.  "Maybe," he chuckled then added more force. The hand splayed on my stomach slid up and squeezed a breast. "I told you...I would take you.....like this...one day."

Throwing my head forward, I let out a low groan as I shattered around him.  Luca gave a few more thrusts before holding me tight.  He coated my womb with his seed again. Both panting heavily, he kept his arms around me.  We both came down from the high of release.

Luca rested his chin on my shoulder and kept his arms wrapped around my front long after the ecstacy ebbed. Every few moments, he feathered kisses along my shoulder. My lips curved into a smile at how loved I felt by this man. We stayed like this watching the rising sun behind the house slowly change the sky's colors.

"Madison, I have a confession," Luca stated after a long silence.

I turned my body slightly to face him and saw the seriousness of his expression. "What is it? I'm listening."

"That night we went to the beach and...everything happened," he began slowly, staring off into the distance as if the past were there. "I had a plan.  I had this house ready, secured and stocked with food, clothes...I had money hidden away. Everything needed."

"What are you saying, Luca?" I asked firmly, anxiety rising within me.

"I'm saying...," he sighed heavily and pressed his forehead on my shoulder like confessing this was a huge, heavy burden. "I planned on leaving the business and taking you with me."

I completely turned around to face him and gently shoved him back to sit.  My eyes were locked on his, searching but only saw truth.

"Why?" I dared breathlessly. 

My heart pounded in my chest.  This was a serious confession. I didn't know much about the intricate workings of his life but I did fully understand you don't just get up and walk away from the mafia.  We would have been hunted, tracked and dragged back or killed if we ever had gotten caught.

"I was never intended to lead," he answered, hands resting on my hips, his favorite spot. "I just handled the financial end of the business and other dealings. Braydan was-..."

"He was supposed to take over," I finished, cupping his cheek. 

That's when I saw it, the circles under his eyes were not from lack of sleep.  They were from this burden that had been dropped upon him without being asked if he even wanted it.  Luca wanted to be liberated.

"Meeting you, however unorthodox it was," we both chuckled.  "Gave me a glimpse of something I had always wanted."

"And what was that?" I inquired softly, kissing the tip of his thumb that grazed my swollen bottom lip.

"Normal," Luca murmured, forest eyes boring into my sapphire ones.

Hearing that made me remember all the times he commented on things we did being nice because they were normal.  Watching movies, shopping, cooking together.  He was never given a choice for the life he was raised in any more than I was given a choice to be tossed into foster care at twelve years old.

"I enjoyed every moment with you," I confessed, grazing my lips over his. "I would give up almost anything to have normal with you."

"Almost?" he asked teasingly and quirked an eyebrow.

"Mhmm," I grinned, draping my arms over his shoulder.  "I wouldn't give up...chocolate," I gave a chaste kiss on his lips.  "I wouldn't give up... coffee, oh no not coffee," another kiss despite his chuckle. "I wouldn't give up... tea parties with Carina, nope, never," another kiss. "And I definitely wouldn't...give up..." I grinned and slid a hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his length. "This."

Luca hissed and rolled his eyes closed but lips grinned wide.  "That's good," he half groaned.  "You wouldn't have to give up any of those things."

"Oh good," I sighed dramatically.  "Because if I did...the deal would be off."

"So...you would?" he asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Would I what?" I blinked, gliding my fingers over his chest then up his neck.

"If...I found a way out of...all this...would you come with me?" Luca asked, taking one of my hands and entwining our fingers.

My heart pounded in my chest but my answer came swiftly.  There was no debate, no doubt, no hesitation.

"Yes, I would."

Honest and vulnerable Luca is even hotter than the hot Luca.

Did that make sense? Lol

I would have posted sooner but munchkin needed my iPad for her "toothbrush game".

It's an app that brushes away toothpaste bubbles to reveal a picture.  She'll brush for two full minutes 😊

Parenting tip of the day lol

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