Chapter 68: Crossing the Line
Ethan's breath was hot against Luca's skin, his lips moving down the side of Luca's neck, leaving heated trails. The mirror in front of them reflected every moment—the flush on Luca's face, the raw desire in Ethan's eyes. Luca's chest heaved, torn between giving in and holding on to the small bit of control he had left.
"Say it," Ethan's voice was dark, low, as his hands slid beneath Luca's shirt, teasing the skin of his chest, fingers tracing the curves of his muscles. "Tell me you belong to me."
Luca's lips parted, but no words came out. His heart raced, a storm of emotions clashing inside him—desire, fear, need. Ethan's intensity was suffocating, and yet, Luca couldn't deny how much he wanted him. The fear of losing himself, of being completely consumed by Ethan, hung heavy, but in that moment, the need overpowered everything.
Ethan's grip on Luca tightened, his hands sliding lower, sending shivers of anticipation through him. "I'm not asking anymore, Luca. You're mine, whether you admit it or not." His voice was a mixture of command and desperation, as if he needed Luca's surrender to fuel the fire between them.
Luca's mind spun as Ethan's fingers teased his waistband, slipping just under the fabric. The rush of sensations was overwhelming, and Luca's knees nearly buckled under the weight of it all. "Ethan…" Luca whispered, his voice trembling as he tried to find the words, the strength to resist.
But Ethan wasn't listening. He pressed closer, his body molding against Luca's back, his lips brushing against Luca's ear. "You think you can resist me?" he growled softly. "You think you can fight this?"
Luca's head fell back, his breath coming in quick, ragged bursts. The heat of Ethan's body, the feel of his touch, it was too much. He felt himself slipping, the line between control and surrender blurring with every second.
Ethan's hand slid lower, and Luca gasped, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter for support. The mirror in front of them captured it all—the way Ethan's eyes never left his, the way Luca's body responded without hesitation.
"You want me," Ethan's voice was a low rumble, a statement rather than a question. His fingers worked expertly, leaving Luca trembling under the intensity of it all. "You always have."
Luca's eyes fluttered shut, a small whimper escaping his lips as Ethan's touch drove him closer to the edge. He didn't want to admit it, but Ethan was right. The pull between them had always been there, undeniable and consuming. And now, in this moment, Luca knew there was no going back.
Without warning, Ethan spun Luca around, pressing him against the cold surface of the counter. Their bodies collided, and Ethan's lips crashed into Luca's with a ferocity that left him breathless. Luca's fingers found their way into Ethan's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, his body responding on instinct.
The heat between them was palpable, the room buzzing with an electricity that neither of them could deny. Ethan's hands roamed Luca's body, exploring every inch with an urgency that made Luca's head spin. Luca's breath hitched as Ethan's teeth grazed his bottom lip, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
"Don't run from me again," Ethan whispered against his lips, his voice both a plea and a command.
Luca's heart raced, his chest heaving as he stared into Ethan's intense gaze. The connection between them was magnetic, drawing him in even deeper, and Luca knew, in that moment, that running wasn't an option. Not anymore.
End of Chapter 68
To Be Continued...