Tabitha’s POV

Luca’s hand slides from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me close. His lips press against mine again, teeth grazing lightly, and he growls, “You like this, don’t you? Us touching you?”

“Yes…” My voice curls into a high-pitched womanly voice that I can barely recognize.

His mouth drags to my jaw, then lower, his breath hot against my skin. “I can feel you trembling. You’re dying for us to take more, aren’t you? Say it, sweetheart. Admit you crave it.”

“I do…” The words tumble out in a broken whisper and I no longer have to decency to feel ashamed of it. “I want...