Chapter 92

Delilah

My body burned with anticipation as Luca threw me onto the bed and hurriedly climbed on top of me. I moaned as he leaned down, showering my neck with sloppy kisses. Fuck, I wanted this man so badly.

I grabbed his hand, pressing it against my core, already so wet that he hadn't even had to do anything yet. He growled softly, and I moaned as he slipped his fingers beneath my panties, rubbing my clit while continuing to kiss my neck.

"Luca," I moaned his name, and he groaned, thrusting two fingers inside me. I cried out with pleasure. He wasn't gentle, as I'd expected; he plunged his fingers inside roughly, milking me, and I wanted more. With shaky hands, I began unbuttoning his shirt while he continued to finger me.

As soon as I finished unbuttoning his shirt, he withdrew his hand to remove it properly. I was disappointed until he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the juice off them before letting out a loud growl. When he looked down at me, the intense lust in his eyes nearly choked me.

He quickly unbuckled his pants, and I used the opportunity to completely remove my clothes, leaving myself bare. I was confident in my body; in fact, I'd walk around naked if it didn't make others uncomfortable. But in that moment, I was nervous. Would he find me attractive?

My question was answered immediately when Luca turned back to me and gasped.

"You're a goddess," he murmured. Before I could react, he slammed his lips onto mine, grinding his manhood against my wet core. I moaned softly.

"Take it off," I managed to say, referring to his boxers.

"Are you sure about this, Delilah? Maybe—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm already naked! Stick your meat in me before I do it myself!" I muttered angrily. He stared at me for a moment, then laughed. The extreme happiness on his face made me smile.

It had been a while since I'd seen Luca so carefree, especially with me. He'd always been so serious, and the childhood friendship we once shared was gone. But in this moment, I wasn't going to let anything take this away.

I raised my hand, placing my palm on his cheek. He slowly stopped laughing.

"Fuck me, Luca," I murmured, staring into his eyes. In one swift motion, he removed his boxers and slammed into me mercilessly, maintaining eye contact.

My mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. I instantly felt so full as pleasure surged through my body. I tried to maintain eye contact; it felt more intimate. But as his thrusts grew rougher and faster, my eyes rolled back into my head as I moaned and cried out. This intense pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

"Yes, Luca," I muttered through clenched teeth, placing my hand on his shoulders. He let out a shaky moan before catching one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it in rhythm with his thrusts.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. No words could describe the pleasure, especially when he moaned and groaned in my ear, whispering sweet nothings.

It didn't take long before my whole body shook as I reached my release, practically exploding. But that didn't stop him; his thrusts became sloppy, the wet sounds audible from afar.

"I love you," the words tumbled from my mouth as I stared at the pleasure on his face. Soon, he exploded inside me, his body almost collapsing onto mine, though he managed to keep some of his weight off.

We didn't speak; there was nothing much to say. We'd both experienced intense pleasure, and our bodies were still recovering. Soon, he rolled off me and lay beside me. I wasted no time moving closer, snuggling against him with a huge smile. I'd never felt so happy before, and hoped this would mark a new chapter for Luca and me.

I quickly fell asleep on his chest. But when I woke the next morning, Luca wasn't there. I opened my eyes, a smile appearing on my face when I saw him standing by the door, dressing.

I slowly got out of bed, tiptoed to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Good morning," I murmured. "You could have at least waited for me to wake up. I wanted to wake up with you in bed." I frowned when he grabbed my hands and pulled them away.

I stood there, frowning, staring at his back.

"Last night was a mistake," he said, and I froze, my eyes widening.

"What are you talking about?" I asked softly, recovering from my initial shock. He didn't reply, continuing to put on his shoe.

"What do you mean it was a mistake? We both felt that intense pleasure, Luca. It wasn't a mistake, and you know it!" I yelled.

"Well, I don't know how it felt to you, but it was a mistake for me. Come on, you took your top off in front of me, Delilah. Any man would be seduced by that, and you're not ugly, so of course I took advantage of you. It was great sex, but…" Before he could finish, I spun him around and slapped him hard across the face.

"How dare you?" I asked softly, tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn't reply or turn to face me.

"I'm done with you, Luca. Falling in love with you was the biggest mistake I ever made, but I've learned my lesson. You're a bastard, a coward, and a jerk, and I'm done chasing after you. Get out of my house now," I muttered. He gave me one last glance. I searched for remorse, guilt—any emotion—but he stared back blankly.

Without a word, he put on his other shoe, opened the door, and walked out without looking back. And I broke down.