Chosen By A Sinner (The Sinners Series)

I’m so overwhelmed by how fast everything has progressed, all I can do is feel.

And damn, it feels otherworldly.

Luca’s muscled body pressing mine into the mattress. His warm skin rubbing against mine. His mouth turning my lips into nothing but tingles.

It consumes me.

My breaths are already short puffs, my heart fluttering in my chest. I gasp. I moan. I whimper for more, my fingers getting lost in his thick black hair.

But when his hand slips between my legs, my mind clears, and my thighs try to slam shut. “You don’t have to do that,” the words burst from me, my cheeks warming from the embarrassment of being on my period.

Also, I don’t need any foreplay. Sex has always been more of an emotional connection than a physical one for me.

Luca lifts his head and locks eyes with me, then parts me and flicks a finger over my defective clit. I rarely, if ever, feel any kind of sensation down there.

His eyes sharpen on me, then he asks, “Don’t you want this?”

“Oh no, I do,” I say. “But you don’t have to worry about foreplay.”

Frowning, he shakes his head. “What?”

“I can’t orgasm. It’s about the emotional connection for me,” I explain.

Usually, when I tell a guy to just enjoy himself and not worry about me, he does just that. Unfortunately, it’s not the case with Luca.

He tilts his head, looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

I let out an awkward chuckle. “Nope. I don’t feel much down there.”

“And when you masturbate?”

“Nothing. I don’t even bother.”

Luca looks genuinely concerned as he asks, “Is this a medical thing? Have you seen a doctor?”

I shake my head. “No. I’ve always been this way. The last thing I was going to do is tell some doctor my vagina’s broken.”

Luca stares at me for a moment then his features soften. He rests his forearms on either side of my head and gives me a tender kiss before saying, “Let me try. Okay?”

I scrunch my nose, the moment already gone with all the talking. “Honestly, I’m good. It’ll feel weird for me and ruin the moment for you.”

“Stop overthinking things,” he orders. “Just look into my eyes.”

Deciding to appease him, I stare into his intense irises.

His voice is low, the timbre hitting a super sensitive spot in my chest, when he murmurs, “Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.”

Instead of going right for my clit and rubbing it until it hurts like some of the men before have done, Luca remains still, all his attention bathing me in a warm glow.

He presses another tender kiss to my lips, then brushes soft kisses along my jaw. When he reaches my ear, he orders, “Touch me, amore mio.”

I know the word has something to do with love, and it makes warmth spread through my heart.

Having Luca’s attention and him naked on top of me is more than I ever dreamt I’d have.

I lift my hands to his sides and trail my fingers over the muscles covering his back, savoring the moment.

“Relax.” He presses a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and it makes goosebumps spread over my body.

When he talks again, his voice is deep and rough. “Christ, Mariya, you feel so good beneath me.”

I’m sucked into a bubble of intimacy I’ve never experienced before. I fall so hard into the intensity radiating off Luca, a bomb could detonate next to us, and I wouldn’t know.

His mouth claims mine, and this time the kiss is controlling, dominating me and demanding I submit. Desire burns hot through my body, and I moan to voice how he’s making me feel.

His hands move down to my breasts, and he alternates between massaging them and squeezing them hard, stoking a fire in me that’s never been lit before.

I get lost in the way he touches me, the way his mouth dominates mine, the way he consumes my very being.

And I give in to the love I feel for this man.

My hands move faster, becoming greedy to explore every dip and swell of the corded muscle in his body.

Luca’s hand slips between my legs, and this time, when his finger strokes over my clit, I feel a sharp sensation.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I gasp, but before I can overthink it, Luca takes my eyes prisoner, saying, “Stay with me. Don’t think about anything else. Focus on how it feels when I touch you. Focus on us.”

I lock eyes with him and direct all my attention to his hand between my legs, his body covering mine, and how this man touches my heart and soul like no other.

He rubs circles around my clit, and when he starts to flick at the suddenly sensitive bundle of nerves, my back arches, and frustration slithers through me.

Luca pushes his left hand behind my neck, his fingers wrapping possessively around me. His eyes burn into mine, as he stays, “Mia regina. Mia moglie. Amore Mio.”

Sweet Jesus.

“More,” I gasp, the frustration retreating and my body melting into his touch.

“Sei il mio tutto.”

Oh, God. Luca speaking Italian is so freaking hot.

My body starts to quiver, every muscle tightening until I fear I might implode. “Luca,” I plead, my fingers digging into his skin.

He circles my opening, and my heart stutters, my body craving him inside me. When I feel his cock at my entrance, I lose control and lift my hips as an offering to him.

Luca nudges the head of his cock against my entrance, stretching me until he thrusts in hard, sheathing himself to the hilt deep inside me.

“Jesus,” I gasp. I’ve never felt so full before.

So complete.

“Fuck, Mariya,” Luca groans, his body shuddering against mine. “You feel like heaven.”

Luca keeps rubbing my clit as he pulls back, and when he enters me again, he hits a spot I didn’t know existed.

My body unravels at the speed of light, my emotions scatter to the four corners of the world, and all the light in the universe explodes from me.

“Luca,” I whimper as I cling to him, convulsions seizing me until I can’t breathe.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just ride it out.” His voice is so hoarse it opens a floodgate in my chest. My eyes mist, and when I blink, a tear escapes, spiraling over my temple and into my hair.

Luca looks at me as if I’m a miracle – as if I’m his entire world.

Pleasure keeps hitting me in waves, and when he begins to move, filling me with thrust after hard thrust, it only makes a fresh wave of ecstasy break over me.

I’m clinging to him so tightly, I’m pretty sure I’m about to draw blood from his skin, but I can’t do anything but experience the miracle this man is making me feel.

Luca seems to lose control, and he slams his mouth to mine, kissing me as hard as he’s fucking me. His cock strokes my inner walls until they tingle with aftershocks of pleasure, making me clamp around him.

There’s nothing but Luca.

In my body. In my heart. In my soul.

In my mind.

I’ve given him all of me.