Chapter 10

Marabella’s POV

After the quickest shower of my life, I dried off and went into the closet for clothes. I chose shorts and one of Luca’s black shirts. I also put a sports bra on so that when I lifted my shirt for Luca I would still be covered. Luca sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for me when I exited the closet. His eyes traveled up my bare legs, and turned a shade darker. I blushed as I pulled the hem of the shirt down to try and cover more of my legs.

Luca quirked an eyebrow as his eyes came up to meet mine. “Come here, piccola (little one)”, he ordered gruffily. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the roughness of his command. My legs began moving before my mind could process it. Luca’s hands enclosed around my hips, once I was in front of him. He pulled me close to him, fixing me perfectly between his thighs. “I really like seeing you in my clothes, bambina (baby girl)”, he said, eyeing my body. I nervously crossed my arms over my body. We are officially married. He could do whatever he wanted to me. Something that scares me, yet excites me at the same time. Which is all very confusing.

Luca’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked over his face, being met with a frown. “You do realize you are covering your clothed body, right? Am I making you uncomfortable, gattina (kitten)?”, he asked softly, hurt laced his tone. In order to avoid an incomplete reading experience, visit J 0 b n I b . c 0 m. I shook my head in denial. Luca sighed, “Piccola (little one), I need words and honesty from you. How else will I know when I’m overstepping?”, he explained gently. “I’ll tell you”, I answered. Luca frowned slightly, his eyebrows creased. “If you aren’t uncomfortable. What’s the matter then, bambina (baby girl)?”, he asked.

I shook my head, “I’m just nervous, I guess”, I confessed. “About what?”, he questioned, gently stroking my hip. “We are officially married and it’s our wedding night-“, I trailed off. Luca smirked, “I told you, piccola (little one), that we wouldn’t do anything until you were ready. I meant what I said, just because we are married doesn’t mean I will go back on my word”, he explained seriously. I nodded in understanding.

Luca reached up and cupped my neck, pulling me in for a slow kiss. “Let me put cream on your bruises, piccola (little one)”, he uttered against my lips. He grabbed my hips to pull me up onto the bed, setting me down next to him. He pulled my legs over his lap and started with my knees. I watched as Luca’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he gently applied the ointment. It was honestly adorable seeing his face that way. I leaned back on my hands lazily, as I observed him.

My eyes began to roam over his bare chest, catching sight of a tribal tattoo on one of his sides and shoulder. On the other shoulder sat another tattoo, ‘Famiglia per sempre’, written in Italian script. I smiled, ‘Family forever’, that’s heartwarming. Luca looked up, catching me admiring him, and smirked. “What has you smiling like that, gattina (kitten)?”, he asked. I blushed as I locked eyes with him. “I like your tattoos”, I said softly. Luca smiled, “Do you have any tattoos?”, he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “I think you already know the answer to that”, I whispered, looking down at Luca’s hands. He practically saw me naked the first night I was here.

Luca’s smirk deepened, “Any other ones, other than the one on your hip?”, he questioned. “Nope”, I said, shaking my head. Luca peeked at me, smiling at my reaction to his hands on my legs. “Time to take your shirt off, piccola (little one)”, he uttered gutturally, reaching out for the hem of my shirt. He gently pulled the shirt from my body and began thoroughly checking me for bruises. He applied some ointment to my shoulder before having me turn around. His hand on my hip was tender and hot, his body warmth spread from his hand. I heard him grunt before sighing. His fingers were gentle as they applied cream to parts of my hips and shoulder blades.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Marabella”, he whispered, as his fingers skimmed my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, from the feel of his skin on mine. “It’s okay, Luca”, I assured him, as I held onto the hand he gripped my hip with. I felt his lips touch between my shoulder blades, drawing a gasp from my lips. Then, they touched the base of my neck, making goosebumps spread across my skin. I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. A deep chuckle resonated in Luca’s chest, as he brought his body closer to mine.

“Do you like the way that feels, piccola (little one)? Because I could do this all night”, he uttered against my skin, before grazing his teeth against my neck. I felt his other hand ghost across my hip, up my torso, until his fingers closed around my throat. “Mm, yes”, I breathed out. I felt Luca grin against my neck. “Good”, he whispered, closing his mouth over my skin in a deep kiss. I moaned as I grabbed onto his wrist for something to grip. My chest rose and fell heavily with each stuttered breath I took.

Luca planted kisses on my neck before using his hand on my throat to tilt my head in the other direction. Each time his lips would connect with my flesh, a new set of goosebumps would spread over my body, followed by a tingling sensation. My other hand gripped onto his thigh that he had maneuvered to either side of me.

When did he do that? I felt Luca’s fingers tighten around my throat and pull my back flush against his chest. His lips moved dominantly against my skin, making me mewl and squirm against him. “Smettila di muoverti, piccola (stop moving, little one)”, he commanded gutturally. “Luca”, I moaned, gripping his thigh tighter. “Fanculo (Fuck)”, he uttered, his hand slipping from my hip to my inner thigh.

My body felt like fire had engulfed it, by his touch alone. I loved the way his lips felt on my skin, but it was stirring a storm in me that I didn’t know how to handle. “Luca, wait”, I panted out. Luca immediately backed off, slightly. His hand left my thigh and returned to my hip, his grip on my throat loosened and his lips left my skin, being replaced by his forehead, as he rested it on my shoulder.

Luca’s breathing was labored, “I’m sorry, piccola (little one). Thank you for stopping me”, he muttered softly. I nodded gently as I tried to catch my bearings. “I get lost in the feel of you against my lips. I could kiss your body for hours”, he uttered gutturally. I had to close my eyes and inhale deeply because of that comment. I, too, could get lost in the feel of his lips on me. But, for hours? I would give in to him.

“I had better go shower. I’m dirty and you’re clean”, he whispered, releasing my neck and patting my thighs, before pulling out of our position. I sat there, frozen and speechless, as I tried to process all the feelings of what just happened. Luca’s half naked body appeared in front of me. I felt his forefinger and thumb touch my chin, lifting it so he could see my face. A seductive smirk was etched onto his lips. His head tilted to the side slightly as he studied my face.

“You are so beautiful, bambina (baby girl)”, he whispered. I felt my face heat in embarrassment, only making Luca’s smirk turn into a smile. Luca leaned down and claimed my lips, softly. “I’ll be out in just a few minutes”, he whispered against my lips. “Okay”, I uttered, my lips brushing his. He placed a kiss on my forehead before going into the bathroom.