The Virgin and Her Bodyguard

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

NOLIA

M y breath hitches as I stare at the man on his knees in front of me. I might be crazy, but I believe him. He didn’t have to chase after me or pretend to want me. We’re going to help each other no matter what, so there’s no reason for him to do this. Or a reason for him to lie.

I don’t think.

“You want to kiss me?” I lick my lips. They suddenly feel very dry. Although what’s happening between my legs is the total opposite. I want to press my thighs together, but I can’t with Luca between them.

“I want to do more than fucking kiss you, but I’ll take it. For now.”

“For now?” I smirk. That means he wants more than a kiss and likely beyond tonight. I shouldn’t let my mind go to the future. I need to focus on tonight.

“Don’t tease me, amore .” When he calls me amore once again, my heart flutters. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. It’s the only thing that got me through it.”

“Really?” I drop my eyes, suddenly feeling shy. Only Luca has ever made me feel shy before. In a strange way, I find it endearing. It makes me feel feminine and soft.

“Nolia.” His hands caress the outside of my thighs as he leans forward.

“You can kiss me. In fact—” I don’t get the rest of my sentence out before Luca presses his mouth to mine. I moan, parting my lips for him. My entire body gently melts into him as liquid heat floods me.

Luca deepens the kiss, and it feels like he’s devouring me. His tongue strokes mine, trying to taste me. I return the kisses with the same intensity, and once again, I wonder if Luca knows how inexperienced I am.

His hands grip my hips before lifting me. The next thing I know, Luca has taken my place on the small bed, and I’m straddling his lap. The hard ridge of his cock is against my sex, and I let out a small gasp.

“You wet for me, amore ?”

“Yes,” I breathe. His mouth travels down my chin and then my neck, and I can feel his tongue tasting every inch. I’m unable to control my body and shamelessly rock against his cock. My fingers dig into his shoulders while I rub and rub and rub.

“Let me kiss your pussy too,” he says and nips my neck. I close my eyes, thinking about his mouth doing the same thing between my thighs. I try to answer him, but I can’t get a word out. “You’re already so close, aren’t you?” I nod my head.

Luca tightens his hold on my hips, grinding me down harder on his cock. He thrusts up at the same time, and it hits my clit perfectly. I’m shocked at how quickly I go off as the orgasm zings through my body. Its unanticipated ferocity knocks the breath out of me.

I’m so lost in paradise that I don’t notice that Luca has pushed me face down onto the mattress. He’s behind me pressing against my back while he yanks my shorts down my legs.

“No fucking panties,” he growls, and it makes my nipples hard. It’s almost painful. "I'll spank your little ass, amore ."

“You can’t spank me.” My words come out with no power behind them.

“I can do anything I want to you.” Then he yanks my hips up so that my ass is high and my knees are spread wide. “I’m proving to you that you're mine.”

Luca's hand comes down on my ass in a loud smack. I gasp, and then he does it again, but this time it’s on my bare pussy lips. The sensation isn't painful; more than anything it’s a shock of pleasure. It goes right to my clit in a sharp tingle, and my knees give out.

“Luca!” I hiss at him and look over my shoulder. He only smirks before flipping me onto my back.

“Say it’s mine,” he orders as he spreads my legs. He’s between them now and lowering his mouth toward my sex. He stops right before he makes contact, but he’s so close I can feel his warm breath against my skin.

“Now who's the tease?” I whine, desperate for him to keep going. I try to lift my hips, but he's got me pinned again. We both know I’m under his control. It should irritate me, yet it only intensifies my attraction to him.

“ Amore .” He dips his head and circles his tongue around my clit. “Give me what I need.” His Italian accent bleeds through, and it’s so damn hot.

“Need?”

He says something in Italian that I don’t understand. I only catch the word amore again. I have no idea what he said, but it is the most seductive thing I’ve ever heard.

“It’s yours,” I moan. “I’m yours.”

Luca’s mouth covers my sex, and then I feel his tongue sliding between my folds. I whimper as he grazes my clit exactly where I need him the most. But it’s like he knows I want him there and he’s teasing me. Then I feel his tongue push inside me, and I grip his forearm, my nails digging into him.

“So fucking tight,” he says when he pushes a finger inside me. “I’m going to have to work you up to be able to take me.”

“Luca.” I stare at him, but his dark eyes are trained between my thighs, watching his finger as it thrusts in and out of me.

“You’ll take more for me, won’t you, amore ?”

"Yes," I respond, opening my thighs wider. His nostrils flare in approval, and Luca pushes a second finger into me. It’s tight, but I love how full he’s making me. “Never had anything inside me before,” I pant, my breathing growing heavy.

“You’re going to make me fucking cum,” he grits out at my admission. Then he’s licking me again, and my hands go to his hair.

His mouth latches on to my clit as his thick fingers thrust in and out of me. Suddenly my core tightens, and I know I’m going to cum again. This time it’s different, and I’m almost afraid of it. It’s too much, too intense, and I shake my head. I can’t form words, but my grip on Luca tightens.

My breathing is choppy, and I’m not sure I can handle it. That’s when Luca hooks his fingers inside of me, and I have no choice but to give in. All at once, the explosion hits me like a tidal wave as pleasure like I’ve never felt cascades over my body.

“Luca!” I cry out as I squeeze my eyes shut.

My hips jerk, but Luca keeps me pinned in place, working every bit of pleasure out of the orgasm until I’m limp.

“Fuck yes,” I hear him say before I feel his face press against my neck. “You’re mine now, Nolia. All fucking mine.”

I hope that means he’s all mine, too.