I had to slow down.

Fuck, I had to⁠—

Luca huffed in frustration and shoved at my shoulders until I lay flat on the rug. He batted away the hand that held him steady, and before I could voice my weak disapproval, he took my cock in his hand, notched the head against his wet hole, and sank down in one smooth rush.

I cursed under my breath, fingers dimpling the skin of his ass. “Luca…”

“You were hesitating,” he said, tone firm. “Don’t. When I said I need you, I meant it. I need to feel you inside me, I need you to fuck me how you want to and stop treating me like I’m delicate. Let go of your control and give it to me, for the love of⁠—”

Planting my feet against the rug, I thrust up into his tight heat, delighting in the wanton moan I forced from his throat. His walls pulsed around me, sucking me deeper and deeper as I used those soft mounds for leverage to lift him almost all the way off before burying myself to the hilt again. The faster and more brutally I fucked him, the louder and more unabashed were the wails echoing through the room. He was either oblivious to the fact that he’d be heard in every corner of the inn, or like me, he didn’t give a single solitary fuck. I wanted them to listen, to know how well I pleased my mate, and how prettily he sang for me. Luca had demanded that I lose myself, that I do whatever I wanted, and I was all too willing to oblige him.

Not that I would last much longer with how fire gathered at the base of my spine and my balls throbbed. I was already tiptoeing dangerously close to the edge, had been since I sheathed myself inside him, but I wanted to see my mate fall apart first. I wanted to feel him clench around me and milk my cock as I filled him.

I curled my fingers around his hardening length, reveling in the way he groaned raggedly with each messy stroke from root to head. The slick dripping from the tip painted my stomach, and it was gratifying to know he wasn’t far from his peak either.

“Think you can come again for me, pretty boy?”

Luca gasped at the endearment and rolled his hips into my fist, shuddering, as if the dual sensation was too much but he couldn’t hold himself back. “Yes, yes, fuck…”