Athena
Two days passed while I was in Luciano’s cabin. I had no idea how time passed by so fast. I had barely realized it either. Luciano had been… What was the word for it? Different? Changed?
Changed sounded like I was advocating for him. Different seemed to suit him more. Or perhaps doting. Yes doting. For the love of all things good, Luciano was as doting as hell. I had never seen anything like it and while I complained and spent the two days trying to wear him down, I enjoyed it.
And I felt so damned guilty for enjoying it. I really shouldn’t enjoy it. Frederick was most likely worried sick, my father’s death hadn’t been avenged yet, and yet I had the nerve to prance around and play with Luciano like some besotted fool.
But hell, I was tired. Ever since my father died, I had lived for everyone else but myself. I had lived for my father until I was given a chance to make Luciano pay and then I had to live for Fredrick.
All my years in the FBI were spent without rest, constantly infiltrating bases and working as an undercover agent. I had lived for everyone I thought I owed my life to.
What was wrong with me enjoying the moment? Besides, the FBI was good. They would find me soon. At least that was what I kept telling myself in the past few days. They would find me, capture Luciano…
And then you kill him? A tiny voice in my head asked.
I groaned as a pounding in my head resulted and buried my head in the warm available chest beside me. Raising my head slightly, I looked up to glance at Luciano’s face. He was fast asleep and I supposed that was a good thing. I could look at him freely without getting judged.
The past two days have been interesting. I had thought he was being nice to me because he wanted to get into my pants, but it seemed I was wrong. Hell after our escapade that afternoon, two days ago, he hadn’t brought up sex.
Of course, there had been a couple of touches and brief kisses that threatened to drive me nuts, but he never went past the first base. While that thrilled me, it also frustrated me to no end. I thought I would go mad with desire. I ached for him to touch me. To reach for me like he always did.
I raised my fingers and placed them on his chest, drawing slow deliberate circles all over his chest. He had to know I wanted him. He had to know I was ready and willing to give it up. There was no point holding back.
He would be killed or at most sentenced to life imprisonment while I would spend the rest of my life feeling guilty for condemning him. I’d rather not spend the rest of my life regretting not allowing him to touch me.
“If you keep doing that,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed, but a tiny smirk teased the corner of his lips. “I cannot promise that I will keep my hands to myself, Raven.”
“Really?” I whispered, shifting so I could peer into his face. “Are you currently fighting to hold back?”
His eyes opened then, colliding with mine and my breath snagged lightly. “Why do you want to know?”
I gestured my head towards the obvious tent beneath the covers and grinned. “I wanted to know if there was a mole in your pants.”
“Very funny,” he growled and tried to roll off. I placed my arm around him, holding him down tighter. Luciano threw his head back in a sigh. “Cara, you have to let go.”
“I don’t want to,” I mumbled childishly and he groaned.
“I don’t think I can hold back. I need space to breathe and fucking calm down. I’m not made of stone, woman!”
“There’s no need to hold back!” I blurted and felt him still in my arms as if I had just told him I worked for NASA or something like that.
“What?” He said in a quiet voice.
“I said,” I mumbled pulling away so he could see the sincerity etched all over my face. “There’s no need for you to hold back.”
His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked back at me. “Really? Are you saying what I think you’re saying or am I fucking hallucinating right now?”
Chuckling, I rose up from the bed. Holding his gaze, I tore off his shirt which I had worn to sleep earlier, and slowly, deliberately, slid down my panties. His eyes widened at this and quickly, he pushed the covers aside and yanked off his shorts.
For a full minute, Luciano simply stared at me until I felt damned antsy.
“Are you going to touch me, or are you going to keep staring?” I demanded feeling impatient.
“There’s no need to rush,” he grumbled. “I have spent months waiting for you to give it up. I’m not going to take you in a hurry.”
I rolled my eyes at his words and climbed on the bed, straddling him. I moaned at the feel of him, hot and pulsing against my center, and sighed at the feeling. “Aw fuck, that feels good.”
“Si?” He mumbled, leaning forward to capture my lips in a long, slow kiss.
I followed his lead, sounds spilling from my lips with each languid stroke, each soft kiss, each caress.
“Dio Mio, Cara,” he groaned, pulling away. His mouth dropped to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses that sent me reeling. The air was filled with sounds I hadn’t known I could make. Sounds I had never thought could slip from my lips in a million years.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he mumbled, pulling away and flicking at my nipples. “I have waited for this for so fucking long.”
“Me too,” I moaned, grabbing his breasts and offering them to him eagerly. His mouth closed around a nipple and I could swear the world dissolved in white-hot pleasure. “Ohhh fuck!” I cried, sliding my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, unwilling to let go.
For a while, we got engrossed in foreplay until Luciano ordered me to raise my hips and slowly lowered me down his shaft.
“Dio Mio,” he painted, groaning as my walls clamped down on him. “Fanculo, Cosi bagnato. Mai sentito Cosi bene. It has never felt so good. So good Cara,”
“Yeah?” I moaned. I had no idea what he had just rambled in Italian, but it sounded sexy and I knew I wanted him to say it all over again. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I humped him as fast as I could. He felt so good too. Hitting the right spot, driving me mad with desire.
“Si,” he encouraged whispering as he buried his face in my neck. “Just like that… Oh fuck.. fuck. Cara,.. baby.”
Luciano burst into full Italian rambling, holding my hips in place and ramming into me rather widely. All I could do was scream and moan endlessly, struggling to remain at the top as he thrusted inside me.
He must have noticed I had difficulty remaining in place and flipped us so that I was beneath him. Everything that happened from then on happened so fucking fast.
His thrusts increased in tempo and his groans louder. His mouth moved from my neck down to my breasts, placing kisses, nipping and sucking at them until the fluttering in my belly reached its peak and I exploded.
I screamed my climax, moaning as he thrusted all through it before reaching his peak as well.
“Oh my God,” I panted as I came down from the high he had just taken me to. Luciano rolled off, gathering me into his arms.
For a long while, all we did was lay there. My mind drifted to other things while his hands stroked and petted me lightly. Allowing him to touch me was most likely the dumbest decision on the fucking planet. But I didn’t regret it, not one bit.
“Cara, are you okay?” He asked. “You’re awfully quiet,”
“I’m okay,” I mumbled, burying my face into his chest to stop myself from crying again like a fool.
“Are you sure? Did I hurt you?” He demanded, alarmed. He pulled away to hold up my face, staring into my eyes. “Fuck, did I do something wrong? Was it too rough? Talk to me, Raven!”
I shook my head but like the miserable idiot I was, tears kept slipping through the corners of my eyes until a full-blown sob wracked my body.
Helpless, Luciano wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back soothingly. Shit had gotten too damn complicated. And honestly, I had no idea what the hell I wanted at the moment.
So I stayed in his arms, basked in the comfort he offered, and hoped we could stay that way for a long, long while.