Chapter 56: Beneath the steam, heart ignite
Luca returned home with the weight of dust and distance clinging to him like a second skin.
The long journey had worn him down, but nothing not exhaustion, not the call of rest could keep him away from the one thing that mattered more than anything else - Alessia.
The halls were silent, his men already retired, the warmth of their baths and beds stealing them away from the world.
But Luca had only one destination.
His boots were quiet on the polished floor as he made his way to the room where she waited.
There she was, sitting upright in bed, the lamplight spilling over her soft features.
She was writing in a small leather-bound book, the quiet movement of her pen drawing out secrets he longed to know.
But the moment she saw him, she snapped the book shut as if guarding her very soul.
"Don’t come closer," Alessia warned, her voice sharp and trembling, a dagger cloaked in silk. "Or I swear, I’ll stab you with my pen, you demon."...
Luca stopped, but the corners of his mouth lifted into a slow, devastating smile the kind that disarmed enemies and melted iron wills. "A demon?" he murmured. "Care to join that demon for a warm bath? I promise I bite only when begged."
Alessia’s breath hitched, her lips parting, though no words came.
Her defiance wavered under his gaze, he could feel the thunder of her heart even from where he stood.
Slowly, as if tracing the edge of a dream, Luca moved closer.
His fingers brushed her cheek, a touch that burned and soothed all at once.
Her resistance faltered, her lashes fluttered, and when he leaned in, she didn’t turn away.
The kiss that followed wasn’t rushed or careless, it was a storm breaking after weeks of drought.
Fire meeting fire. And when she kissed him back, it was with all the fury of a woman who’d missed him and hated herself for it.
Without a word, Luca lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her toward the bathroom.
The scent of him - dust, leather, and something unmistakably Luca wrapped around her like a cloak. Alessia’s pulse thundered as the sound of running water filled the room, a quiet promise of something unspoken.
Steam curled around them, turning the bathroom into a sanctuary.
Luca set her down gently, his hands never leaving her as he also caress her nipples.
When he placed her bathing cap back on, his fingers lingered beneath her, just long enough to make her shiver. And when he teased her, his voice was velvet and command all at once.
His already aroused huge dick was ready to slide into her slippery wet and juicy pussy already. And without any more hesitation he slide in,, feeling her warmth and the fantasy that comes with it.
Alessia moan slight and held his neck as she shower kisses on him, indeed she has missed luca so much.
They banged harder and made soft sweet sounds of beneath their thighs.
"Do you have any idea," he murmured, "how many nights I’ve gone mad thinking of you? Of your warmth, your touch, your fire?"
Her only answer was a breathless sound, half-defiance, half-desire.
The water cascaded over them, and the closeness became unbearable.
Every brush of skin against skin was a conversation they’d left unfinished, every touch a promise kept alive by longing. His hands explored not to conquer but to remember, to reclaim.
"Luca," she whispered, her voice breaking, "why did you leave me?"
"I’ll never leave you again," he vowed, sealing the words with kisses as tender as they were hungry. "Not now. Not ever. You are my beginning and my end."
Her laugh was soft, shy, and threaded with tears. "And yet... you’re still my enemy."
"Then let your enemy worship you tonight," he said with a low, dangerous chuckle.
"Here is your cum over all over my dick, you claim I’m your enemy yet you cum this much for me "... Luca said to Alessia in his sexiest tune.
Their laughter mingled with sighs making his dick slide out of her and he pull her down, the shower turned off, but the night had only begun.
He carried her back to the bedroom, the air charged, the world outside forgotten. When he whispered against her ear, his voice was a dark promise.
"Tonight," Luca said, brushing his lips across the curve of her neck, "is our new honeymoon. And I intend to love every piece of you until you remember you were never mine to fight, you were always mine to keep."
What followed was not just passion, but devotion not just desire, but something rawer, deeper.
And when their voices finally quieted, it was not because there was nothing left to say, but because every word had been spoken in the language of touch.
******
The night was a blur of heat, skin, and whispered names.
As they got to the bedroom, Alessia’s lips trembled against Luca’s mouth as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her into a rhythm only they could understand.
The world outside did not exist only his deep voice groaning her name, only her soft cries echoing in the dark.
Her nails dug into his back as he moved inside her, slow at first, teasing, then harder, deeper, until their bodies burned with urgency.
He kissed every part of her, his breath hot against her neck, his words a mix of command and worship.
She rode him slow, her hips circling, savoring the way he filled her, then faster when he demanded more, when their need overcame patience. They moved together like a storm, tangled and breathless, until the only sound was their shared moans and the quiet shudder of release.
"You are so sweet, too juicy, too creamy, too slippery, too wet and tight my lady,,, scream my name "... Luca said
"Lucaaa",, Alessia said slowly with her low melody tune.
With that scream he stroke her the more, the more he stroke her, the more harder he became.
When it was over, they collapsed against each other, drenched in sweat and satisfaction.
Their laughter was soft, intimate.
Luca pressed a kiss to her thigh and whispered, voice hoarse, "You milked me dry, my little spoilt brat." Alessia smiled against his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing soothing her until sleep claimed them both, their naked bodies wrapped in the warmth of the night.
*****
The morning came too quickly.
A sharp knock on the door stirred Alessia from her dreams. Luca cursed under his breath stood up pick up a towel , running a hand through his tousled hair before disappearing into the bathroom.
Alessia’s eyes followed him, lingering on his broad back, his sculpted shoulders, and the way the morning light traced every line of his bare chest.
For a moment, she simply admired him the man she loved, the storm and calm of her life.
Another knock pulled her back to reality.
She reached for the silk robe crumpled on the floor, tying it loosely around her as she went to the door.
A maid stood there, her expression polite but urgent. "Mrs. Luca, you have a guest waiting in the living room."
Alessia nodded, smoothing her hair as she made her way downstairs.
The sight that met her made her heart swell.
It was Daisy. Her dearest friend.
Alessia rushed forward, throwing her arms around her. "I missed you, Daisy... "
Tears came unbidden as Daisy clung to her just as tightly. "Your memory... it’s back?" she asked, voice trembling with hope.
Alessia shook her head, her own eyes glassy. "It’s coming back... slowly. But when I saw you..." She couldn’t finish. The emotions were too raw.
They cried together, laughter breaking through the tears.
"I felt so blank for so long," Alessia whispered, pulling back to wipe her cheeks. "I recognized nobody. Everything felt like a dream I couldn’t wake up from."
Daisy cupped her face gently. "It’s fine. I understand. You’re here now, and that’s enough."
They sat on the couch, hands entwined like sisters finding each other again. Daisy’s smile was warm and steady. "How do you feel now? Are you okay?"
"Yes," Alessia said, her voice stronger now. "I’m good, Strong, even.. I feel like I can chase an elephant and a lion at the same time." They laughed together, the room lighter, their bond unbroken despite the lost time.
But Daisy’s laughter faltered when she noticed the ring on Alessia’s finger.
Her expression shifted. "You are finally getting married?" Alessia asked and looked down at the simple, beautiful band.
"Yes,, Romeo... he proposed. It happened in public, Daisy said.. I had to accept to avoid humiliating him." she added.
"Aww, congratulations," Alessia said to her, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "But... you loved him, right?"
Daisy’s lips parted, unsure how to answer, but before she could speak, a sharp knock interrupted them.
Alessia rose, smoothing her robe once again, and went to the door.
When she opened it, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there was a boy fourteen, maybe fifteen.
His features were striking, hauntingly familiar.
The strong jawline, the dark hair, the piercing eyes.
He looked like Luca’s mirror, only younger.
For a moment, Alessia couldn’t speak.
Her world tilted. Daisy called from the living room, concern in her voice. "Alessia, is everything okay?"
Alessia couldn’t find her voice to answer.
The boy’s gaze was steady as he stepped forward, a paper clutched in his hand. "Mrs. Alessia Luca," he said, his tone calm but firm, "my name is Lauren. I’m here to see the mafia boss, Luca Morano."
Alessia’s eyes dropped to the paper he was holding.... "A DNA report". Her breath hitched, and the room seemed to close in around her...