But if one person had been seeing stars every time he came, a certain prince could only see, hear, and feel his wife.
It wasn't just the way Luca moaned his name, voice cracking like he was holding onto sanity by a thread—it was the way he screamed it when he was about to come undone. Every time, it echoed in Xavier's ears like a holy chant.
More than the sounds, it was how Luca was everywhere.
He could see him—face flushed, hair clinging to damp skin, lips bitten red.
He could feel him—trembling, arching, wrapping around him like a glove.
He could hear him—soft gasps, needy whimpers, breathless pleas that made his blood burn.
It was overwhelming in the best way.
Right under him, with him, and even on top of him. Luca was doing things he'd never thought possible, even in his wildest dreams.
