CHAPTER 2

LUCA

He hesitates.

I grip the back of his neck, pushing until he sinks, the cuffs clinking as his hands brace against my thighs. “You can stop pretending,” I murmur, resting my tip against his lips. “We both know you want it.”

“This doesn’t mean—”

“Open.” My tone leaves no room for argument.

His mouth parts, and I push in, slow, deliberate, watching his eyes. The heat of him swallows me inch by inch, and a low groan escapes before I can stop it.

“That’s ...