Re: The Bar
He was quite aware of the way her eyes continued to drift in his direction, but he made no outward gesture that showed as such. Instead, he gave a warm nod to the bartender, another bill slipped into the jar, and no sooner had he done that, her drink was already in hand and she was doing that thing with her lips, emphasizing the fullness of them, the damp sheen that clung there. Luca had to swallow hard, the only sign of the grasp he had on his control.
As she finished her drink, her throat working down the large swallow, Luca tipped his own back, taking both of their now empty glasses and placing them back on the bar, a flick of his fingers sending them away. The alcohol was warming him through and through, sending his focus into hyper-aware, the delicate column of her neck calling to him as though it was a siren. "Let's see what I can do about that," Luca whispered as he gave in to that siren's pull.
One arm, strong and steady, locked around her waist, pulling her in to the line of his body even as he ducked down to nuzzle at the crook of her neck. The gentleness lasted for only a heartbeat before there was a graze of teeth, a bite that would leave a mark past the hours of the evening. His breath was hot against her skin, hand sliding down the curve of her back, not so much possessive as it was searching, exploring.