She kissed him. Her mouth claimed his with authority, controlling the pace, the depth, the angle. She tilted his chin slightly with her fingers, dictating how he received her. She devoured him like she was collecting something owed.
And Luca groaned.
His hands were useless behind him, wrists bound, fingers curling into empty air. Instinct screamed at him to pull her closer, to grip her waist. Instead, he had nothing. Just heat. Just hunger. He had been starving for her.
Three days without her touch had stretched like a desert. And this single spark she struck with her mouth felt like wildfire tearing through dry land. He felt the ring tighten as his body reacted violently to her dominance, pressure building, desire pooling hot and insistent.
When she pulled back, Luca nearly pitched forward.
