The city stretched beneath them, endless lights flickering like stars fallen to earth. Luca's rooftop pool steamed in the night air, blue-lit and silent except for the faint ripple of water and the hum of tension between them.
Sienna stepped outside wrapped in a black silk robe he'd given her. Her thighs were still slick with him. Her skin flushed from the memory of his mouth, his stroke, his voice telling her when to come.
Now he stood waist-deep in the water, shirtless and powerful, arms spread across the pool's edge like a god surveying his kingdom.
And she was his offering.
He said nothing. Just watched her.
Sienna let the robe fall. She stood naked in the moonlight, the cool air hardening her nipples, her curves on full display. His jaw clenched, cock already rising again under the water.
She walked in slow, deliberate, the water parting around her as she moved toward him.
He met her halfway, grabbing her by the hips and spinning her. Her back pressed to his chest, his cock nestled between her cheeks.
"You walk like you want to be fucked in front of the stars," he growled against her ear.
"Maybe I do," she whispered.
His hands slid down her body underwater—palming her breasts, pinching her nipples, then trailing lower between her thighs. His fingers found her already swollen, eager.
"One word," he murmured, "and I'll stop."
She reached behind her, gripped his neck, pulled his mouth to her ear.
"Don't you fucking dare."
With a groan, he spread her legs wider with his knee and sank two fingers inside her, slow and deep.
Water lapped around them as he fingered her under the sky, his other hand gripping her throat lightly, keeping her head tilted back against his shoulder.
"You feel that?" he whispered. "That's mine now."
She moaned, hips bucking against him, needing more. His fingers curled just right—finding the spot that made her cry out, biting her lip to hold back the scream.
"You don't come yet," he warned.
"I can't hold it," she gasped.
"You will."
He spun her again, lifted her effortlessly, and pressed her against the edge of the pool. Water cascading off her back, hair slick and wild, lips parted with need.
Then he was inside her again.
This time harder. This time rougher.
He gripped her ass with both hands, pounding into her as her body slammed into the pool's stone edge. The water rocked with their rhythm. Her cries were swallowed by the night sky.
His teeth found her shoulder. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasped. "Luca, I'm fucking yours—"
"Now," he growled. "Come for me now."
She shattered.
Her climax hit like a tidal wave—her nails clawed his back, her body convulsing around his cock, sucking him deeper, drawing out his own release seconds later. He roared her name, spilling inside her again, holding her as if he'd never let her go.
They didn't move for a long time.
Just the sound of the city below. The water stilled.
He finally kissed her temple and whispered, "I want to see what else I can unlock in you, Sienna. And I haven't even started."