Luca's mind raced as Ethan's kiss deepened, the taste of him filling every sense. It was impossible to think of anything else but the raw need coursing through his veins. Ethan's hands roamed over his body, caressing, squeezing, igniting every inch of him. It was a touch that Luca had missed desperately, even if he hadn't admitted it to himself.
Ethan pulled back, his breath hot and ragged against Luca's ear. "I know you're scared," he whispered, his voice husky. "But don't fight this. Let go, even if it's just for tonight."
The words resonated in Luca's chest, an invitation to surrender. He could feel his resolve weakening as Ethan's hand slipped beneath his shirt, the warmth of his skin sending shivers through him. There was a voice in the back of his mind urging caution, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire taking hold of him.
Luca's hands gripped the fabric of Ethan's shirt, pulling him closer, and Ethan took the cue. In one swift motion, he lifted Luca off his feet, guiding him toward the nearby mirror hanging on the wall. The sight of their reflections—Ethan's towering form behind Luca's smaller frame—sent a thrill of excitement through him.
Ethan positioned Luca against the mirror, his body pressing intimately against him, leaving no space between them. "Look at us," Ethan murmured, his voice thick with lust as he captured Luca's gaze in the mirror's reflection. "You can't deny that we belong like this."
The sight of their entwined bodies, the way Ethan's hands explored him with such possessive fervor, stirred something deep inside Luca. He watched as Ethan's lips traced a line from his neck down to his collarbone, the sensation electrifying. A gasp escaped his lips when Ethan bit down lightly, leaving a faint mark before soothing the area with a soft kiss.
"Ethan…" Luca breathed out, his voice trembling with both desire and uncertainty. "This… we shouldn't…"
But Ethan was already trailing his hands lower, his touch growing bolder with each passing second. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips grazing Luca's ear. "And I will."
Luca's mouth opened, but no words came out. He didn't want Ethan to stop. He couldn't bring himself to push him away, not when the heat between them felt so intoxicatingly right. His reflection stared back at him, flushed and full of need. The truth was written all over his face—he wanted this just as much as Ethan did.
Ethan's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Luca's pants, and Luca's knees buckled, forcing him to grab the edge of the mirror for support. Ethan smirked, his eyes never leaving Luca's reflection. "I knew you wouldn't resist," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Without another moment of hesitation, Luca surrendered completely. The line between restraint and desire vanished, leaving only the two of them in a whirlwind of passion. The tension that had built between them was finally breaking, giving way to the intense release of everything they'd held back for so long.
End of Chapter 98
To Be Continued...