His fingers brush up my skin, rolling my shirt up. His lips were on mine. His mouth travels from mine all the way down to my collarbone.
"Luca." I moan breathlessly from his soft open-mouthed kisses
"𝑆𝑖, 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑜."
Fuck, his Italian accent wa...
Just a heads up :: this chapter will contain sexual content. If you're not into that then you can skip until like half of the chapter. For those whom are interesting in the sexual content, I am trying my best. I've never ever written sex scenes so this would be my first. Bare with me y'all. Anyways enjoy and yeah...
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I was laying in front of Luca as he had his arms wrapped around me. There was something about the way he held me in his arms, something about the way he loved me. It always made me feel so special. It was a feeling I don't quite often get to feel.
My fingers were tracing some of the tattoos on his arms. At school you'd never see his tattoo sleeve because of the jackets he wears, but now that he was once again shirtless with me, I'd mesmerize every single one of his tattoos.
He turns off the TV and turns on a lamp on his night stand. We both sit up and he starts picking up the plates we ate on and the cups we used to drink water. I get up from the bed and grab the pizza box and the napkins. When we got to his house we brought everything we needed upstairs but his mom told us to take it down to the kitchen when we were done. We walk out of his room and to the kitchen.
He places the cups and plates on the sink while I place the napkins back to where they were and leave the pizza on the counter. He interlocks my hand with his and we go back to his room as he closes his door and locks it. Interesting
He steps in front of me and grabs my hair gently, he moves it all to one side and he cups my face kissing me gently, passionately like never before. He pulls away and turns around.
"Do you want any clothes?"
"No, I'm fine like this."
He removes his shirt from his body, his back still facing me, and in this moment I noticed a few scares on his back and a wound on his body. I take a step forward and run my fingers through his scars. He turns around quickly and stares at me.
"How did you get these?" I ask
"Training and others in fights." He grabs my hand and places it on his shoulder where a wound was. "I got that one when I was fifteen, first time I ever got shot. Some idiot thought that he could kill me simply because my father closed his business for late payments! He was aiming for my chest and he shot my shoulder."
I run my fingers on the wound. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off. Leaving me in a undershirt and bra. I grab his hand and place it on my shoulder, funny how me and him had matching wound. I was also shot on my right shoulder once.
His finger run softly through it, his eyes never leaving mine. His other hand comes up to the side of my face, he kisses me softly, gently.
"Non permetterò a nessuno di portarti via da me, te lo prometto." (I'm not letting anyone take you away from me, I promise.)
