Violet’s POV
Luca doesn’t let me come down all the way.
I’m still catching my breath, thighs trembling from the slow grind we just finished, when he reaches over the side of the bed again. The drawer opens with that familiar quiet scrape. He pulls out the black silicone toy—the curved one, thick at the base, angled just right. He holds it up between us for a second, letting me see it, letting the anticipation build.
“You want this?” he asks, voice low.
I nod once. My p***y clenches at the sight of it in his hand.
He shifts down the bed, settling between my legs. He spreads me open with his free hand—thumb and fingers holding my lips apart so he can watch. I’m still slick, still leaking his c*m from earlier. He drags the blunt tip of the toy through the mess, coating it, then presses i
