"You were exceptional that night," Bianca continued, her tone rich with insinuation. "You took me like the stud that you are. You don't have to pretend—I know you liked it just as much as I did. We could have that again." Her hand traveled slowly down his torso, until it reached his thighs. With boldness, she slid her fingers between his legs, cupping his cock possessively.
Luca's lips curved into a faint smile. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his blue eyes locking onto Bianca's with an intensity that momentarily fueled her confidence. Leaning slightly toward her, his eyes dropped to her lips as if considering the possibility she was offering.
Bianca leaned in further, encouraged by his apparent receptiveness. Men will always be men, she thought. They simply needed the right push. "It was bliss," she whispered against his lips. "You were formidable, fucking me with so much power, I was breathless."
"I remember…"
Hope flickered across Bianca's features.
