One night was all it took. One night to fall for him.
When twenty-eight year old Fallon Michaels meets Luca DeMiliano, she’s infatuated by this man. Love cannot be contained and she falls for him. But as time progresses doubt creeps into her mind as to what kind of man he is. Her first mistake was she chose to believe him, over and over again.
One night to fall for her.
Twenty-nine year old Luca DeMiliano is taken by surprise for the first time in years when he meets Fallon. Being with her forces him to hide a huge part of himself.
He could’ve stayed away.
He should’ve stayed away.
Now she’s in, and once in you’ll never be completely safe. Life will forever change when affiliated with Luca DeMiliano.
He kisses me hard and hungry and spins me facing away from him. Luca pushes me against the glass window and pins my hands above my head.
A shudder resounds through me as my hands contact the cold glass, and he gazes at me in the window reflection. “Keep them there,” he orders. My hips are pulled back slightly, my back arches. Luca’s fingertips glide down my spine. Palming my behind, he massages the swell of my ass in both hands. The heat radiating off him is absorbed by my back as he leans in close to kiss the shell of my ear. The tips of his thumbs touch my entrance. Going down into a kneeling position, his nose traces down my back, stopping twice to leave a rough kiss in his wake. Luca bites both cheeks and a low growl leaks from his lips.
He starts licking me from front to back with the flat of his tongue. All the while his hands keep cupping my behind. “I want to hear you, Fallon.” His tongue traces my folds, the inside of my thighs, the bundle of nerves are being sucked into his warm and wet mouth. And finally his tongue moves inside me, licking my inner walls.
I scream his name repeatedly and throw my head back when his tongue pleasures me into climax.
Unfastening his pants and pushing down his boxer briefs, Luca seats himself in me roughly. “I’m always so fucking hard for you. Fuck, Fallon,” he groans. My earlobe is caught between his teeth as his hands hold my wrists against the window.
My back curves more to take him in deep.
Luca tangles his right hand in my hair and turns my head to thrust his tongue in my mouth, meeting mine, compelling me. A low, rasping sound escapes him while he keeps up his punishing strokes until he spills inside me. He holds himself still, our breathing regulates, and his lips graze my shoulder. As he pulls out leisurely – tightening his grip around my locks, forcing my stare forward –
Luca takes my left hand and strokes his come around with our entangled fingers. “Rub it in, Fallon,” he whispers in a hoarse tone against my ear while locking eyes with me in the window.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Soraya Naomi resides in Europe with her entrepreneur fiancé. She attended university in The Netherlands.
Although she reads many genres, she favors intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely without remorse or boundaries.
She has a passionate obsession for the written word and indulges in chocolate pastries much too often.
There are books full of great writing that don't have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story... don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words--the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers who won't do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book. ― Stephen King