It hit him. Luca's jaw locked, every muscle in his body pulling taut as the orgasm tore through him. It wiped him clean of language and dignity in equal measure. His fingers dug into her hips. His head pressed back. His mouth fell open around a sound that didn't quite make it out.
Sweat beaded at his forehead. His heart was going at a rate a cardiologist would find professionally interesting.
Vee moved above him, finishing what she'd started. She had done the thing. The tongue. All of it. Delivered in full, and it had sent his entire world sideways in under four minutes — a personal record he would never admit to.
He gripped her hips and held her still above him, needing a moment. Just one moment to remember his own name. "Shit," he breathed.
It was the only word left in his vocabulary that was adequate to the situation. An honest accounting of what she'd just done to him.
