“Bozhe moy, what areyoudoingthat’s-” I can feel his laughter, muffled against my center as he licked and sucked along me, driving his tongue up my channel, and then latching on to my clitoris, sucking with an enthusiasm that sends me into my first orgasm, legs straight and toes pointed as I gasp. 

One thick finger, then another slide inside me with care, gently stroking and scissoring up my passage as Lucca praises me in a flatteringly hoarse voice, “Good girl. Now you’re going to give me another one.”

“Oh, I…” I moan, back arching as he finds that soft spot inside that he scratches very gently, with just the tip of his fingernail and it sends me into a spasm. My fingers spread out over the skin of his back, absently marking the scar tissue and beautiful musculature of his shoulder, and my palms smooth down the bulk of his biceps and warm flesh. “Come here, velikolepnyy,” I pant, “I want to kiss you some more, okay?”

But as he slides up, I slide down, winking on my way before my mouth latches on to the thick head of his cock. “Oh, you bad girl!” he groans, and then louder as I smoothly slide him to the back of my throat, and then down it, not stopping until my nose touches the crisp curls at the base of him.

Pulling air in through my nose, I sigh happily. Lucca is thick. Impressively, perfectly, wonderfully, porn-star worthy, well, way past porn-star worthy thick. And throbbing in my mouth and I am going to make sure the first time he comes tonight is as strong as the ones he’s given me.

Cupping his heavy balls, I gently roll them between my fingers as I feel the thick muscles of his thighs tighten around my shoulders. “Mmmm-hmmm,” I hum helpfully, pulling off his cock, suckling the tip, and diving back down again. I can feel his sculpted abdominals heaving against my cheek. 

I want to make Lucca feel as overwhelmed as I do, knowing that I can make him feel better than any woman ever could. Any man, either. Anyone. And as he comes, I gleefully swallow him down, hearing his gasp as his beautiful body shudders. “You’re going to…” he pants, “you’re going to pay for that, piccolo bacio.” 

Rolling me over, he cages my head between his forearms, stroking the hair out of my eyes.

“I love you.” He says it so sweetly, this man who I know can decimate a dozen enemies in minutes, and I know this because I’ve seen him do it, but his fingers are so delicate that I can barely feel them. “I want to be inside you, but…” Lucca swallows, staring down at me.

“But what?” I ask, stroking his shoulders, and running a finger over his lips. This beautiful, perfect, kind man.

“Only if you’ll marry me. Not today. But soon. Because you are mine and no one else’s, not someone your brothers can promise to someone for an alliance,” he spat. “Mine forever.”

I put a hand on the side of his face, thumb tracing his cheekbone. “I only want you. I want to be your… I’ll be whatever you want. Your wife, your intended. I just want you.” The relief in his eyes makes me tear up a little, but I spread my thighs invitingly as he moves between them. The thought of looking a lover in the eyes has always seemed too… personal. Too intrusive. But Lucca and I stare at each other, mapping each expression and savoring each moan as he slides inside me, painfully slowly, one taunting inch at a time. “Um…” I wheeze when he stops at the top of me, groaning and dropping his head onto my chest. “You’re… give me a minute, dorogoy, sweetheart…”

“Dio, tesoro. God, baby… you’re so good,” he whispers in a newly dark tone that makes me shiver. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“Oh- okay,” I whimper as this gorgeous, gigantic man begins moving inside me, agile hips sliding in, then scooping up and back to do it again. It stings. In the best, possible fucking way it stings and that is perfectly fine because the piercing on his cock is sliding along inside me, striking nerve endings like match tips and I am on fire. 

He waits until I come the first time, groaning as I tighten hard enough to hold his cock at a standstill until I can relax my convulsing muscles enough. It’s hard; I want to keep him inside me, feel the ring on his cock rub me into madness and he feels so perfect where he is. With a mischievous wink, he pulls me up, sliding his hands under my butt and standing, thick legs planted, and begins bouncing me up and down on his slick cock, making my thighs and his wet from my finish. 

“Go ahead and wrap your arms and legs around me like a howler monkey on a palm tree,” he laughs, “I love it.” 

I gasp and moan my way through another orgasm before his fingers tightened painfully on my ass and he joins me.

Barely conscious, I feel my beautiful, wonderful Lucca put me on the bed and wipe me clean with a warm cloth. “I love you,” he whispers, “I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” I mumble sleepily, “thank you for not giving up on me.”

“You never told me,” he says, rolling me on top of him and tracing shapes on my back. “What did your brothers ask about us?”

I look up, lacing my fingers together on his chest. “It’s not like we have had a moment alone since we got you out of the hospital. I told them the truth. That we had been together since before they promised me in marriage. That we both tried to honor it until you saved my life again. That I was staying at the Academy, and I was staying with you.”

He put an arm behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. “That explains my visit from Roman.”

“What?” I bolt upright. “You never told me about this!” 

“No time, remember?” he said with a sweet smile, stroking my arm. “I told him that my intentions were honorable-”

I can’t hold back my laughter.

“My intentions toward you long-term were honorable,” he corrects. “I said that I would ask for your hand in marriage when we had graduated. There might have been some mention of how productive recent marriages between the Russian and Italian syndicates had been.”

“That’s so smooth!” I said, “I’m very impressed.”

“Then, I told him that I would marry you with or without his approval, but that I hope to earn it.”

“Oh, you love pushing your luck, don’t you?” I said.

Lucca shrugs. “It went well. His hand only drifted toward his gun twice.”

Howling, we rolled around over the crumpled sheets. I never knew how good it could feel, to laugh with the man I love, sweaty and naked. 

“Very well, what about Dario? How did that go?” I know I’m frowning and not looking at all receptive. But I’m still so angry at his family.

“We spoke for a while, he said he had some reading to do and that he’d check in with me later,” Lucca said, brows drawn together. “The next day, Giovanni and Dario called me. They apologized. I don’t think those words have ever left their lips before. They looked like they were in pain.”

“Good!” I mumbled spitefully.

“Giovanni said something interesting,” he said, eyeing me. “He said that even without the bank records, my ‘performance’ showed courage and honor, and they were proud to call me their brother again.” 

“That’s wonderful!” I said, kissing him.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about some bank records, would you?” Lucca said, flipping me over and pinning me down.

“Are you angry at me?” I said, searching his face. “You have every right to be, I know that.”

“I was being proud and angry,” he said, punctuating his words with kisses down my neck. “But the one-two punch of the truth and my - as Dario said - performance, was a good humbling moment for them. They don’t get many of those. Giovanni asked if I would come home this summer, and bring you. He wants us to get to know his son and his wife.”