Chapter 64: Tasting the Forbidden

The atmosphere between them had changed. As the hours passed, the intensity of their connection only grew stronger, more undeniable. Luca lay beneath Ethan, completely spent from their last round of passion, but his body still hummed with the remnants of desire. Ethan's weight pressed down on him, grounding him in the reality of their situation—this wasn't just physical. It never had been.

Ethan's fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along Luca's chest, sending shivers across his skin. His touch was light, teasing, but Luca knew better than to think it was innocent. Ethan never did anything without a purpose.

Luca's breath hitched as Ethan's fingers brushed against his nipple, his body reacting instantly despite how exhausted he felt. A low groan escaped his lips, and Ethan chuckled softly in response, his lips curling into a smug smile.

"You still want more?" Ethan's voice was a rough whisper against Luca's ear, the heat of his breath sending a wave of electricity down Luca's spine. His fingers pinched Luca's nipple gently, drawing another moan from his lips.

"I—" Luca's words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Ethan's teeth grazed his neck, the bite firm enough to leave a mark. "Ethan…"

"You can't lie to me, Luca," Ethan growled against his skin, his voice filled with that possessive edge that always sent Luca's heart racing. "Your body betrays you every time."

Luca's pulse quickened, his fingers tightening around the sheets as Ethan's mouth moved lower, kissing and biting a trail down his chest. Luca could barely think, his body already responding to the fire building inside him again. He didn't know how Ethan did it—how he always managed to pull him back in, no matter how many times they came together.

But it was more than just lust, more than physical need. There was something deeper, something darker, that kept pulling Luca back into Ethan's arms. He couldn't explain it, didn't fully understand it, but it was undeniable.

Ethan's lips closed around Luca's nipple, sucking gently at first before biting down, just hard enough to make Luca gasp. His body arched off the bed, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Ethan teased him, driving him to the brink without ever letting him fall over the edge.

"Please," Luca whispered, his voice trembling with need. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for—he just needed more. More of Ethan's touch, more of his lips, more of the overwhelming fire that consumed them both.

Ethan lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto Luca's with an intensity that stole the breath from his lungs. "Please what?" Ethan asked, his voice low and dangerous, filled with the kind of possessive hunger that always made Luca weak.

Luca's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling beneath Ethan's gaze. "I need you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. His hands reached for Ethan, desperate to feel him, to touch him, to ground himself in the reality of this moment.

Ethan's eyes darkened with satisfaction, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "I know you do," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. He leaned down, capturing Luca's lips in a deep, bruising kiss that left no room for doubt—Ethan was in control, and Luca belonged to him.

The kiss was a battle, a clash of tongues and teeth as Ethan claimed him all over again. Luca's body responded instantly, his hands tangling in Ethan's hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. Every kiss, every touch was filled with the same fiery intensity that always left Luca breathless, completely undone beneath Ethan's hands.

Ethan's hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of Luca's pants, his fingers hovering just above where Luca needed him most. The anticipation was unbearable, and Luca's hips bucked involuntarily, his body begging for more.

"Tell me you're mine," Ethan growled against Luca's lips, his hand slipping beneath the fabric to grip him firmly.

Luca gasped, his body trembling with need. "I'm yours," he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. It wasn't just a declaration—it was the truth. Luca had given himself over to Ethan completely, body and soul.

Ethan's grip tightened, his strokes slow and deliberate as he drove Luca closer to the edge. "You'll always be mine," Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against Luca's ear, his voice sending shivers down Luca's spine.

Luca's body trembled, his release building with every stroke of Ethan's hand, every brush of his lips against Luca's skin. He was on the brink, teetering dangerously close to the edge, and Ethan knew it.

"You want to come for me, don't you?" Ethan's voice was low, commanding, filled with that possessive edge that always left Luca weak.

"Yes," Luca gasped, his body arching off the bed, desperate for release. "Please…"

Ethan's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Then come for me, Luca."

And with one final, powerful stroke, Luca came undone, his release crashing over him in waves so intense that he thought he might shatter beneath the force of it. His body convulsed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Ethan's name spilled from his lips in a desperate cry.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, heavy and labored, filling the room. Luca's body felt weak, completely spent, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction that filled him, knowing that no matter how intense things became between them, this—this fire, this connection—was unbreakable.

End of Chapter 64

To Be Continued...