Luca’s lips lifted with a knowing smile and he closed his eyes revelling in the feel of her fingers gliding over his bandages.
Electrifying.
His skin peeling and the bandages being more his cloth than actual clothes, he hadn’t felt anything since until now.
A low deep groan leaked from his closed lips and he tipped his head back with closed eyes.
She was touching his right hand where the fire had eaten up more of his flesh leaving none to a stranger’s imagination of a tattoo ever being there.
“Right there” he groaned and Sophia hummed, “You know for a woman who hates my guts and wants to leave this place as soon as possible as she rings it to me everyday. I see you love being close to me and having my attention a lot”
Sophia pressed her lips together trying to hold a comeback, she didn’t shy away from her shame and guilt of what she had done.
She peeked up at him and their eyes locked, colour marring her cheeks.
His eyes were closed just now!
A dark chuckle left Luca’s lips and he shook his head.
If they ever told him, the fire was what was ever going to have Sophia this close to him he would have burnt himself a long time ago.
She was cute, trying to be serious and hoping to ameliorate the pain he felt with her touches and was it working?
He fucking loved it.
“Does it hurt?” She asked in a soft trembling voice.
“It must hurt a lot” she said again, he peered down at her and saw how concentrated she was on touching him.
Like a delicate China.
“I’ve seen more pain than this” he couldn’t start summoning up bad memories of his life and growing up in his father’s care and what he and his mother suffered in his hands.
He had seen more pain and anguish than this and she ever will because he would never let harm come anywhere near her.
He knew how she was raised like a princess, shielded from the pain and evil of this world.
That was a good upbringing but a bad one in another sense.
She had the notion everyone was good…well until the bubble broke when her father died and he was the killer.
She didn’t need to know what her father really did for a living.
Peter was a good man and father and husband before life and people made him who he didn’t want to be.
What pain can turn a human into.
Feeling a little pain growing up didn’t make him hate his existence, rather it fueled his taste to live and outlive every of his father’s evil deeds.
“How much pain?” Her sweet delicate voice that could turn to a lioness’s when she was angry as a bull at him eased through his thoughts and he sighed, sinking back into the headboard.
“More than you could ever think but that’s for another day.
You said you would do anything to atone for your sins?” He pushed the tray to her and she hummed “Feed me Sophia” and her gaze snapped up to his.
She wasn’t surprised, he could tell.
She was a fearless woman and it earned her this position.
She acted it but never really was, but did it to fool people and he wasn’t amongst them.
Curious? yes.
She wanted to know everything happening around her though she acted like she didn’t care however her emotions were the most heightened.
“Ok”
The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he tried suppressing the smile that was threatening to make its appearance.
The way she’d said “ok” was so comical.
He cleared his throat “go on soph”
Sophia’s hand that was picking the fruits with the fork halted but she didn’t look up and her throat worked which was enough to tell him what he wanted to know.
She was affected by everything and he loved it so much.
“Open your mouth”
He cracked an eye to peer at the woman in front of his face with a fork straight at his lips.
The juice of the fruit trickled down his jaw and his lips came out to licked them, seizing Sophia’s attention, her eyes drooping as it followed the movement of his lips.
The temperature of the room dropped at once as she picked the same fruit.
Pineapple.
And brought it to his lips, her eyes not veering away from the gesture.
His tongue peeked out and he took the fruit from the fork, his eyes clashing with hers as he ate the fruit and swallowed it.
Their gazes not straying away for a second.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp when he took the hanging fork in her hand into his mouth and sucked on them, his tongue poked the tines and swiveled around it.
A low breath escaped her lips when his tongue touched the tips of fingers tightening around the fork’s handle, her chest heaved and her hand shook “we…”
“What?” Luca licked the tips of her fingers, their eyes boring into each other’s “you don’t like it? Tell me to stop soph” he used the nickname that had been on lips since the day he found out her name was Sophia.
Peter’s princess.
Untouchable.
Unreachable and a beauty so unrealistic, he almost stalked her but decided against his will to succumb to such temptation and madness wishing it never turned into obsession but here they were.
“Speak the word and I will stop soph?” He prodded her, reading her expression and needing her to make a decision of her own.
His deep gruff voice wafted her ears and she nodded, licking her lips.
Tension swirled in the air as Luca’s gaze swiftly dropped to Sophia’s open lips as she panted.
Her head tilted upwards.
She was breathtaking, sensuality dripping from her skin at every gulp of air she was taking.
“Don’t stop” she breathed, and that was the answer that unleashed the beast in him.
He pushed out from the bed despite the pain that zapped through his back and shoulder blades.
He grabbed the back of neck with his left hand bringing those succulent lips he’s been dying to taste considering the last time that had been abrupt and short timed.
He wanted to have a long time taking those tender lips into his.
“You taste so good”