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Who cares if our marriage was practically arranged?

Right here, right now, while I’m lost in his chasing tongue and hot breath, it’s as real as my burning blood.

I cling to that thought as he sinks his teeth into the nook where my neck and shoulder meet, sucking hard, making me gasp.

“Luca!” I whisper.

“Have you ever been marked before, woman?” His hands move to my breasts, cupping them through the silk material of my dress, squeezing hard.

His voice is a beastly whisper in my ear, so sensual and full of promise.

“No,” I mouth.

“That ends tonight. When you walk out of here tomorrow, I want the whole damn world to know you’re mine. I’m obsessed, you’re mine, and I fucking refuse to hide it.”

And he makes good on that threat.

Raising his head, he pulls down the thin straps of my dress, until my breasts are fully exposed.

The cool night air makes my nipples harden under his electric gaze.

Then he’s there, stamping my skin, peppering my throat with bittersweet love bites that will still be there tomorrow, tingling reminders.

It hurts so good.

So do the fevered kisses on my collarbone, dancing down to my chest.

My back arches as his mouth reaches my nipples.

He uses his tongue to trace the hardened peaks, lightly at first. I think I might die from being teased until he relents, sweeping my right nipple into his mouth.

Teeth.

Tongue.

Traumatically good.

My book boyfriends just lost the plot.

I’ve never ached like this in my life.

My thighs clench around his hand as he shoves it into my panties, desperate for his sweet friction.

But Luca knows what he’s doing, and he takes his sweet time, cupping my mound and adding just the right pressure.

His thumb finds my clit and my mouth peels open.

I moan loudly, obscenely, not caring how messy I sound.

“And here, little dove? Has this been marked?” he rasps. “Has anyone ever taken this tight little pussy?”

Ohhh, God.

…do I tell him? Do I admit I’m a virgin?

I shake my head slowly, my eyes pinched tight.

“Use your words, Sylvie,” he demands, a harsh edge in them that’s shrieking hot.