Chapter 88: Giving In

Luca's body melted under Ethan's touch, his mind clouded with the intensity of their connection. The way Ethan's hands moved over his skin was possessive, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Every nerve in Luca's body was alive, humming with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Ethan's lips pressed against Luca's neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that claimed him as Ethan's. Each bite sent a shock of pleasure coursing through Luca's body, drawing soft gasps from his lips. Luca's fingers tangled in Ethan's hair, pulling him closer, as if he needed to feel Ethan's presence grounding him.

"You can't hide from me, Luca," Ethan murmured against his skin, his voice dark and full of promise. "You can't run. You're mine."

Luca's heart raced at Ethan's words, his body reacting to the undeniable truth in them. There was no running from Ethan. No escaping the hold he had on Luca. The way Ethan dominated every part of him—mind, body, and soul—left Luca trembling with both fear and desire. It was a dangerous combination, one that left him feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Ethan's hand slid down Luca's chest, his fingers teasing his already sensitive skin. Luca's body arched into Ethan's touch, his breath hitching as Ethan's fingers found their way lower, tracing the waistband of Luca's pants. The anticipation was too much, and Luca's mind swirled with a mix of emotions—want, need, and fear of how much he craved Ethan's touch.

As Ethan's hand slid beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing over Luca's heated skin, Luca let out a low moan, his body betraying him. The slow, deliberate way Ethan touched him was maddening, each movement calculated to drive Luca to the edge.

"You want this," Ethan growled, his lips brushing against Luca's ear. "Admit it."

Luca's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but his body told the truth. He did want this—wanted Ethan's touch, wanted to feel the heat of their connection. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to pull away, to fight the hold Ethan had over him, but it was too late. He was too far gone.

"I…" Luca's voice faltered, caught in the storm of his own desire. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but the way his body responded to Ethan told him everything he needed to know. He couldn't deny the fire burning between them.

Ethan's grip tightened on Luca's hip, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he felt Luca's surrender. "That's what I thought," he whispered, his breath hot against Luca's skin. "You can't resist me."

Luca's breath came in ragged gasps as Ethan's hand moved with more purpose, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. His body was on fire, and all he could think about was how much he needed Ethan, how much he wanted more.

Ethan's lips crashed against Luca's again, the kiss rough and demanding, stealing away any last remnants of resistance. Luca's hands clutched at Ethan's shoulders, pulling him closer, his body reacting purely on instinct now. The heat between them was unbearable, overwhelming every thought, every hesitation.

The tension, the fire, and the raw desire between them were too much to fight. Luca knew he had lost. He was in too deep, and there was no turning back now.

End of Chapter 88

To Be Continued...