Sin With Me, Sunshine
He sucked on the lobe, pulling it into his hot mouth, making a wet sound that seemed amplified in the quiet night.
"Luca," I breathed, my head lolling to the side to give him better access.
"You're going back to the home tomorrow," he whispered against my wet skin, his hot breath fanning over my neck. "Back to a life without me in it." He bit my neck this time, harder, right over the pulse point.
"So tonight," he rasped, "I'm going to remind you what it feels like to be a sinner."
His hands moved from my waist. They slid upward, over the wool of my sweater. He didn't go underneath yet, he just cupped my breasts through the fabric, his large hands kneading the soft flesh.