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Luca knocked firmly an urgently against Luke's day.

He had changed into a pair of pants and a Tee shirt, face stoic though worry written in the depths of his eyes as he waited for Luke to open.

Deep inside, Luca felt himself in a turmoil.

He could sense Hazel was beginning to doubt him, she was beginning to disbelieve him.

It worried him.

Their moment of intimacy moments ago was cruelly interrupted.

He was thoroughly enjoying the scent of her, the taste of her skin against his lips, the small whimpers and moans she made as he kissed and nibbled her soft skin, leaving trails of his burning desire everywhere his lips went.

He had wanted more, greedy of him but yes, he could not get enough. Slowly but firmly he had slipped his hands beneath her dress. There was almost no going back for him, he could sense she had no desire for that either.

He wanted to a feel of her, a feel of the warmth between her legs, a taste even if she shall allow it.

He was close, getting pretty close, so c