Chapter 63: Surrendering to Desire

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Luca stirred, his body still aching from the intensity of the night before. Every movement brought a reminder of the heat they had shared, the way Ethan had claimed him so completely. His skin tingled at the memory, his pulse quickening as fragments of the night flashed in his mind.

He turned over, his gaze landing on Ethan, who was still sound asleep beside him. Ethan's arm was draped over Luca's waist, his grip firm even in sleep, as if he feared Luca might disappear if he let go. Luca couldn't help but smile at the sight. Ethan's face, usually so sharp and controlled, looked softer now, the tension gone from his features.

Luca's fingers traced a gentle line down Ethan's arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath his fingertips. It was strange, how something so intense—so dangerous—could also feel so right. Ethan had consumed him, body and soul, and Luca had surrendered willingly. There was no fighting the pull between them anymore; it was a force too powerful to resist.

As if sensing Luca's gaze, Ethan's eyes slowly fluttered open. His deep, dark eyes locked onto Luca, and a slow, lazy smile spread across his lips. "Morning," Ethan murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. His hand tightened its grip on Luca's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other.

Luca's breath caught at the sudden contact, his heart racing. "Morning," he whispered back, his voice softer than he intended.

Ethan's fingers brushed against Luca's skin, sending a wave of warmth through him. "You look even more beautiful in the morning," Ethan said, his tone filled with admiration. His eyes roamed over Luca's face, as if memorizing every detail.

Luca's cheeks flushed at the compliment, though he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "You say that every time," Luca teased, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

Ethan chuckled softly, his hand moving up to cup Luca's cheek. "That's because it's true," he replied, his thumb gently stroking Luca's skin. The intensity in his gaze was unmistakable, a deep hunger that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times they came together.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words and the remnants of the night's passion. There was something about the way Ethan looked at him—like Luca was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could ever satisfy him.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Ethan's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a hint of that possessiveness that always seemed to linger just beneath the surface.

Luca's heart skipped a beat. "You're the one who makes me crazy," he countered, though his voice was barely more than a breath. His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, his body already reacting to the heat in Ethan's gaze.

Ethan smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good," he said, his hand sliding down to rest on Luca's hip. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Luca's pulse quickened, his body tingling with anticipation. "Ethan…" he whispered, though he didn't even know what he wanted to say. His mind was already spinning, lost in the feel of Ethan's touch, the intensity of his gaze.

Before he could say anything more, Ethan's lips were on his, capturing him in a deep, hungry kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. Luca moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Ethan's shoulders as he melted beneath him. Every brush of Ethan's lips, every stroke of his tongue sent sparks of electricity through Luca's body, reigniting the fire that had barely had a chance to cool.

Ethan's hands roamed over Luca's body, exploring every inch of skin as if it were the first time. His touch was firm, possessive, yet there was a tenderness to it that made Luca's heart ache in the best possible way. He didn't just want Luca—he needed him, and Luca could feel that need in every touch, every kiss.

Luca's body responded instantly, arching into Ethan's touch, craving more. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. He wanted to be consumed by Ethan, to lose himself in the overwhelming heat that always seemed to burn between them.

"Ethan," Luca gasped, his voice trembling with need. His fingers tangled in Ethan's hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

Ethan growled low in his throat, his lips moving to Luca's neck, biting down gently before sucking on the sensitive skin. Luca moaned, his body trembling as Ethan's hand slid lower, teasing him with light touches that made him ache for more.

"You're mine, Luca," Ethan whispered against his skin, his voice rough with desire. "Always."

Luca's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as Ethan's words wrapped around him, making him feel safe—wanted. "Always," Luca whispered back, his voice barely more than a breath.

And as Ethan's lips claimed his once again, Luca knew that no matter what happened, no matter how intense or dangerous their connection became, he was Ethan's—completely and utterly.

End of Chapter 63

To Be Continued...