Chapter 66 - Intoxicating Scent

Luca's POV

The restaurant was quiet, one of those dimly lit places where time seemed to move slowly. We had already gone through two glasses of wine, the soft music in the background making it easy for us to talk.

I could tell she didn’t know who I was. Most people who met me knew my name before I spoke it. But she looked at me with clear eyes, curious, not cautious. That was rare.

But I could also tell she wasn’t just some passing stranger either. The way she carried herself, her confidence and her words, I could say she was also a very important person in her own world.

She told me she was divorced. Her marriage had ended two years ago. “It wasn’t working,” she said plainly, without bitterness. “We tried. But sometimes you just know something has died, and no matter what you do, you can’t bring it back.”

I understood that more than I wanted to admit.

I leaned back, fingers turning the glass. “I’ve had my share of fights too. Recently, I lost a friend. I actually thought he was dead but he's not. He was someone I grew up with. We were like brothers. But we ended up on opposite sides, and I had to make a choice.”

Her eyes softened. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was,” I said. My voice stayed calm, but inside I could still feel the weight of it. “And just when I thought I could breathe, I found out someone I really cared about is gone. Dead. It… it changes the way you look at things. You know….”

She didn’t press for details, and I was grateful.

“What are you doing here then?” she asked.

I looked at her for a long moment. “The same thing you’re doing here. Trying to get away. Even if it’s just for a while.”

She smiled faintly. “Escaping.”

“Yeah.”

We kept talking. About art, about places we’d been, about things that had nothing to do with the lives we carried outside this place. The wine helped. By the time the bottle was half empty, I felt lighter than I had in years.

At one point she leaned in, her eyes on mine. “I stay here, in the hotel. Upstairs.”

I knew what she was saying. What she was offering. A part of me felt guilty. Maria’s face flashed in my mind, the way she used to look at me when everything was new. But this woman was looking at me now, her voice calm, sure.

She tilted her head. “Are you scared of a one-night stand?”

I didn’t answer right away. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t move back.

“No,” I said finally.

We left the restaurant together. The hallway leading to the elevators was quiet, carpet quieting our steps. Just before we reached her room, her phone started ringing. Once. Twice. Three times. She glanced at it, then slid it face down on the table by the door.

“You’re not going to answer?” I asked.

She shook her head, almost fiercely. “No. I don’t want to think about anything outside this room. Not tonight.”

I studied her for a moment, then followed her inside the room.

The door shut behind us, soft but final. For a second, I just stood there, watching her. She looked at me like she already knew what was going to happen, like she was waiting for me to close the space between us.

I stepped in, my hand brushing her cheek before sliding to the back of her neck. She didn’t pull away. Her lips parted, and that was all the invitation I needed. 

I kissed her, hard. No hesitation. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn't gentle at all. We were both filled with hunger, need, two people trying to forget.

She pulled at my shirt, and I let her. My hands gripped her waist, pressing her back against the wall. Every move was fast, rough, impatient. Clothes came off in pieces, hitting the floor without care.

I wasn’t thinking about Maria, or Alexa or whatever business, or anything else. Just this. Just the heat of her body against mine, the way she held on to me, the way she gave back as much as I took.

We made it to the bed, our lips still locked, hands everywhere. I grabbed her behind, trying to grind my now hard penis on her as I held so close. As if she wasn't close enough. It was almost as if I wanted to enter her with my underwear and pants still on.

She made to take off her gown but I took it off myself in one swift move.

I moved from her lips to her neck and to her breasts, her scents now hotter. I unhooked her bra, grabbing her breasts with the bra as I made to remove it. I must have squeezed her really hard as she let out a soft moan.

She grabbed on to my penis, my hardness made me moan softly too. That must have been an invitation for her ‘cause she went on her knees and unzipped me, dragging both pants and underwear down in one motion.

Her head went straight under balls, sucking it like she's been waiting for that since. I felt weak immediately between my legs. Then she moved to my penis and took it whole.

She must have spent so much time time trying to take my whole penis into her mouth while also playing with my balls but I wanted more.

And in one motion, I raised her up, pushed her to the bed and spread her legs. I too grabbed her panties and dragged it off like she did me and without warning, I took my wet hard dick and entered inside her.

I put her panties on my face ensuring I could take in the scents of it because I knew it would drive me crazy.

She was wet, so wet and tight but definitely not as tight as Maria, I admitted to myself. No one was as tight as Maria.

But that was a thought for later as my focus now was to pleasure this woman in front of me. I dropped my panties and concentrated on thrusting deep and fast, in and out, laying my body on her and now burying my face on her neck.

She must have had this perfume scent on her neck that smelled like a sex intoxicating cologne and it drove me mad.

So mad, I thrusted so hard and fast I didn't realise she was moaning out loud but I continued until I finally released all that tension and semen inside of her.

My thrust became slower but I kept going until my penis could no longer go on and I collapsed besides her, both of us panting.

The room now smelled of wine, sweat and that perfume that drove me crazy. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head until my eyes closed shut before I could even think about what it meant. Sleep came heavy, pulling me into it's dark world.