Violet’s POV
I’m still boneless, chest heaving, when Luca finally rolls off me and onto his back beside me on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. His c**k—thick, flushed dark, veined, and glistening at the tip—stands rigid against his stomach, twitching every time his heart beats. He’s leaking steadily now, a shiny trail already smeared across the ridges of his abs from where he’d been grinding against me earlier.
He doesn’t say anything. Just props himself up on one elbow, eyes locked on my face, waiting. Challenging. Like he knows exactly what I’m about to do before I even move.
My mouth waters.
I push up onto my hands and knees, crawl between his spread thighs without breaking eye contact. His breath catches when I settle there—knees tucked under me, ass still in the air, t
