Page 118 of Privilege

Not ever.

His hands skimmed down her body, slow and burning. It made her shiver, but the way he watched her … intense with hooded eyes that couldn’t seem to drink all of her in fast enough, it was addicting.

She wondered …

Would he always look at her like that?

Always want to?

His hands dipped lower, finding her hips as his fingertips dug in deep. She widened her thighs for him, inviting him closer. Renzo didn’t move an inch, he just kept holding and fucking staring.

Driving her insane.

“Please,” she whispered, “I want—”

“I want to look at you. I just … want to always be able to look at you, Lucia.”

Lucia blinked, stunned. “You always can.”

She’d make sure of it.

He kissed her, then. Hungry, and desperate. His soft touches turned demanding and greedy in a flash, heating her up and telling her that he was done looking. He wanted to feel.

It never failed to amaze Lucia at how it felt to have this man between her thighs, and on top of her. The weight of him was substantial as he pushed her roughly into the back seat, but she couldn’t get enough. It only felt better when his hand locked around her throat as he pushed her thighs opened wider until she felt that telltale ache in her muscles.

The word frantic came to mind.

The way he grabbed at her. How she pulled back, locking him in with her legs tight around his back as he slid his cock along the seam of her pussy. His hand slipped under her ass as he thrust inside. All she could do was suck in air, and lose her mind in the way it felt when he first filled her full.

“Fuck, yeah.”

His words echoed all around.

Like a catacomb.

She reached up to stroke her fingers over his stubble-covered jaw, but he caught the tips between his fingers, and bit down. Pulling out of her, he slammed right back in again, making Lucia whine.

That ache was back.

Her need grew heavier.

“Harder,” she breathed.

Renzo grinned around her fingers, and then sucked them into his mouth as he fucked her the way she wanted. Pinned down, a hand on her throat, and his cock pounding into her at an unrelenting pace. All she had to give herself some sense of stability was her hand against his back, but all she could do was drag her fingernails down over his skin as hot pleasure licked through her nerves.

“Are you going to give me what I want, then? Come for me like I want, Lucia?”

“Yes.”

Her whine felt too high.

Too airless.

Too out of control.

Yeah, even one week without him was way too long.

She’d never let it happen again.