Chapter 233: Vivienne’s Wish (R-18)

Ten minutes later, Luca stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Vivienne sat on the edge of the bed, quietly flipping through a magazine. Hearing the door open, she closed it, tilted her head, and slowly removed the hairpin holding her hair in place.

Her long wine-red hair cascaded over her shoulders like a flowing waterfall.

She casually brushed a few loose strands away from her face, revealing features so breathtaking that, despite having seen them countless times, Luca still found himself momentarily captivated.

His heartbeat quickened.

"Angel... you’re unbelievably beautiful."

Unable to resist, he climbed onto the bed and pulled her gently into his arms.

Vivienne smiled, her eyes soft with affection.

"And you’re incredibly handsome too, my darling."

Her fingers traced lightly across his toned abdomen.

"You’ve got quite the physique."

Luca sucked in a quiet breath.

"Careful... you’re playing with fire."

His voice had already grown rough.

Instead of retreating, Vivienne leaned closer until her lips brushed against his ear. Then, with a teasing smile, she gave his earlobe the gentlest bite.

"I know."

She looked into his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And I want to get burned."

Faced with a woman like her, resistance was simply impossible.

Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together with growing urgency. Breaths turned heavy between them, soft moans slipping from one to the other as the heat built.

His hands found the hem of her top and tugged it upward. Palms closed over her breasts, thumbs dragging hard across the stiff peaks while his mouth worked lower along her throat, tasting the quickening pulse there.

"Luca—" she gasped, arching into his hands, head tipping back.

The towel slipped from his hips and hit the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. Her eyes darkened the moment she saw it.

Without a word she slid off the bed and settled on her knees between his spread thighs. One hand wrapped firmly around the base while the other slipped beneath her skirt, fingers finding her own wet heat.

"Look at you," he growled, voice low and rough. "Already touching yourself just from seeing it."

A wicked little smile curved her mouth. Then she opened for him and took him deep, no teasing, just one wet, greedy push that had her throat working around the head. She moaned around the stretch, the vibration running straight through him, while her fingers circled faster between her thighs.

His hand fisted in her wine-red hair, more for something solid to hold onto than to guide her. "Fuck... just like that. Take it."

She did. Rough and messy, spit shining on her chin as she bobbed faster, hollowing her cheeks with every pull. The wet sounds of her mouth mixed with the soft, needy whimpers that escaped every time her fingers dipped inside herself.

Her free hand gripped his thigh hard enough to leave crescent marks in the skin. He could feel the tension coiling tight in his gut, the way her tongue worked the underside, the way she swallowed around him like she never wanted to stop.

When she finally pulled off, strings of saliva still connected her swollen lips to him. She looked up with glassy eyes, lips parted, breathing hard.

"I need you inside me. Now."

He hauled her up onto the bed in one strong motion, shoved her skirt to her waist, and yanked her underwear aside. One hard thrust and he sank into her to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the sudden, perfect stretch... the tight, slick heat of her closing around him so completely it stole the air from his lungs.

"Bloody hell, angel... you’re soaked."

"Because of you," she panted, legs locking around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. "Don’t hold back. I want all of it."

He gave her exactly that. Deep, pounding strokes that made the bed creak beneath them, hips slamming against hers with a wet, rhythmic slap.

She met every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders, soft curses and broken moans spilling from her lips. The scent of them filled the air... skin, sweat, sex. He could feel the way she fluttered around him each time he bottomed out, the way her body clung like it never wanted to let him go.

"Right there... don’t stop..."

"Not stopping," he growled against her mouth, kissing her hard while he drove into her harder, deeper. One hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip to pull her onto him with every stroke. "Gonna fill you up. You want that?"

"Yes... please... cum in me..."

The words tipped him over. He buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a raw, broken sound, pulsing hot inside her in heavy spurts.

A second later her body clenched hard around him, her own orgasm ripping through as she clung to him, trembling, gasping his name into his neck. Her inner walls milked him through every aftershock, drawing every last drop.

They stayed locked together for a long moment afterward, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other. He pressed a softer kiss to her temple, then another to the corner of her mouth, tasting the salt of her skin. His arms stayed tight around her, reluctant to let even an inch of space open between them.

Her fingers stroked lazily through his hair, voice warm and a little breathless. "Still playing with fire, darling?"

He huffed a quiet laugh against her skin, the sound low and satisfied, arms tightening further. "Only because you keep asking to get burned."

She smiled, content and thoroughly claimed, and pulled him down for one last slow kiss as the aftershocks faded between them, the room quiet except for the soft sound of their breathing and the distant hush of the city outside.

...

The next morning, Luca slowly opened his eyes.

The warmth beside him had already disappeared.

After getting dressed, he walked into the living room, where Vivienne was carefully arranging breakfast on the dining table.

Hearing his footsteps, she looked up with a smile.

"Perfect timing. I was just about to come wake you."

Knowing he would be leaving for New Orleans that morning, she’d gotten up early just to prepare breakfast for him.

"Looks delicious."

Luca walked over, cupped her face with one hand, and leaned down to steal a gentle kiss.

Being with Vivienne always brought him a sense of peace.

She never needed grand gestures. Her quiet thoughtfulness showed in everything she did.

The two enjoyed breakfast together before Luca finally picked up his car keys.

Vivienne accompanied him to the front door and watched as he drove away.

She stood there until the taillights disappeared beyond the gates of the villa.

Only then did she slowly lower her gaze.

One hand rested gently against her flat stomach.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she whispered softly,

"Luca..."

"I want to become a mother too."