Luca X Alberto Kiss Novels & Stories

she whispered. He did. His mouth claimed hers, hard and hungry. The kiss was all pent-up fury and need, a battle and a surrender. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her against the hard lines of his body until she felt his arousal, hot and insistent. A faint knock on the door shattered the spell. “Five minutes, Mr. De Rossi,” an assistant called. Luca pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard. “Five minutes is a lifetime,” he murmured, voice rough. “After this meeting, we will finish what we started.”

Luca’s eyes fluttered half-shut for a second before he forced them open again. “Kiss me,” Dante repeated, voice low and rough. “Or walk away. Those are the only two options left.” The silence stretched between causing the tension to grow. Luca’s pulse hammered so hard he could feel it in his fingertips. He tried one last time to hold onto the denial, to remember every reason this was dangerous and wrong and complicated. Then the last of the resistance broke. Luca closed the distance and pressed his mouth to Dante’s. The kiss started careful but it did not stay that way.

"I won't accept any financial help from you. I want to do this my own way." He just breathes in. "Lily." I turn around to look at him again, and before I know what is happening, Luca's lips are on mine, kissing me. I struggle beneath the tight seatbelt, pushing him backwards. He leans further again and kisses me, his velvety lips connecting with mine, sending a wave of pleasure into my system. I tasted his breath as his tongue traced my mouth's inner curves. What am I doing, kissing Luca? I'm supposed to be mad at him. I press my palms on his chest, pushing him backwards.

Luca taunts, making Javier's eyes snap. Just a KISS?! And then the moment is gone, when Luca shoves him against the earth. "Now. I want your lips to touch me," He speaks out each word slowly, but Javier doesn't grasp the meaning behind Luca's darkened gaze. “I can't keep up if you continue to kiss me like a caveman!” “Who says I'm kissing you again?” Luca grins wickedly, his thumb pushing past Javier's lips again, into his warm core, “I was only giving your mouth a warm-up. And I'm a caveman don't you think?”

Reese says. Luca lays Reese on the bed. He undresses and lays beside her. Each on a pillow facing the other. “Kiss me,” Reese says. Luca leans over and kisses Reese. He takes his hand and runs across her jawline and down to her neck. He holds his hand on her neck loosely as he kisses her hard. He nibbles at her ear. He whispers in her ear, “Do you want me to kiss you or fuck you?” Reese squirms next time. “Fuck me!” she says.

Luca’s jaw tightened. “You may kiss.” The judge’s words hung in the air. Luca didn’t move. Alessio arched a brow. “Well, husband? Tradition and all that.” Something dangerous flashed in Luca’s eyes. Then he moved—fast. One hand gripped the back of Alessio’s neck, the other sliding to his waist, pulling him in hard. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claim. Punishment. Warning. Luca’s mouth crushed against his, demanding entry. Alessio parted his lips—not in surrender, but to bite. Just enough pressure to make Luca hiss.

Giving her one last chance to change her mind. She doesn’t. Their mouths meet slowly, deliberately, like both of them are memorising the moment. The kiss is controlled, measured, nothing frantic about it, but it steals the breath from her lungs all the same. His thumb presses lightly beneath her jaw as he deepens it, the pressure possessive without being forceful. Layla melts into him, the tension she’s been holding unraveling in one sharp, dizzying rush. When he pulls back, it’s with effort. “That,” Luca says quietly, forehead resting against hers, “is as far as I go tonight.”

Luca repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest. He didn’t wait for an answer. He closed the distance in two long strides, his hands coming up to frame my face. This kiss was different from the desperate one at the door. It was slower, deeper, a deliberate savoring. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I opened for him without a second thought, a soft moan escaping into his mouth. I could taste the mint on his breath, feel the slight scratch of his stubble against my skin. My hands found their way under his hoodie, pushing it up over his shoulders. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it to the floor.

I exclaim in embarrassment. Albert bursts into laughter beside me. “This is insane!” he says. I scroll down to the comments. Big mistake. “THIS IS SO HOT.” “Lucas finally dating someone??” “Marcella actually got Lucas??” “They look like a power couple.” “Oh God,” I groan, dragging both hands through my hair. “Why is this happening to me?” Albert grabs the phone back and replays the video again. “Oh my God you went IN with that kiss,” he says.

“We love you. Not the driver. Not the convenience. You” Luca closed his eyes, tears burning. “Then why does it feel like I’m on the outside?” Alexander kissed him then—slow, desperate, pouring everything he couldn’t say into it. Julian turned Luca’s head and kissed him next. A deeper, hungrier promising kiss. They didn’t make it to the bedroom.