Chapter 89: The Point of No Return

Luca's breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he lay beneath Ethan. His mind was a chaotic storm of emotions—desire, confusion, and a flicker of fear. Ethan's touch was relentless, each movement deliberate, as if he knew exactly how to push Luca beyond his limits.

Ethan's lips trailed down Luca's chest, biting and sucking at his sensitive skin, leaving marks that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Luca's fingers gripped the sheets beneath him, his body reacting instinctively to every touch. The intensity of their connection overwhelmed him, leaving him feeling powerless under Ethan's dominance.

"You're so beautiful like this," Ethan whispered, his voice low and possessive as his lips brushed against Luca's nipple, his tongue teasing the hardened peak before biting down gently. Luca gasped, his body arching involuntarily at the sharp sensation.

Luca's mind was spinning, every nerve in his body alight with the fire of Ethan's touch. His rational thoughts were drowned out by the overwhelming need coursing through him, the need to feel more, to give in completely. It was terrifying how easily Ethan could unravel him, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Ethan's hand slid lower, fingers tracing the lines of Luca's abdomen before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Luca's breath hitched as Ethan's touch became more intimate, his fingers brushing over sensitive skin, teasing him mercilessly.

"You want this, don't you?" Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust as his fingers moved with purpose, pushing Luca closer to the edge. "You need me."

Luca's heart pounded in his chest, his mind screaming at him to hold on to some semblance of control, but his body betrayed him. He did want this. He needed the connection, the intensity, the fire that only Ethan seemed to ignite within him.

"Ethan…" Luca's voice was barely a whisper, his mind clouded with desire as he struggled to find the words. But before he could speak, Ethan's lips captured his again in a bruising kiss, cutting off any protest.

The kiss was hungry, all-consuming, as if Ethan was claiming every part of him. Luca's body responded instinctively, his hands sliding up Ethan's back, pulling him closer, needing the contact, the heat, the connection. Every part of him was on fire, burning with a need he couldn't control.

Ethan's hand gripped Luca's hip tightly, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading Luca's mouth, demanding submission. Luca's mind went blank, his body surrendering completely to the pleasure, to the overwhelming intensity of Ethan's dominance.

"You're mine," Ethan growled against Luca's lips, his voice thick with possession. "Only mine."

Luca's heart skipped a beat at the possessive edge in Ethan's voice. He had never felt so claimed, so wanted, yet so trapped. The intensity of Ethan's desire for him was suffocating, but in that moment, Luca couldn't bring himself to care. He was lost in the heat of their connection, unable to think of anything beyond the way Ethan made him feel.

Ethan's fingers dug into Luca's skin as he pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together, skin on skin. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming desire—it was too much, and Luca felt himself slipping, giving in completely to the fire that burned between them.

There was no going back now.

End of Chapter 89

To Be Continued...