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My fingers clutch his shoulders as I lift and then drop down, repeating the motion. His hand curls around my neck, pullingme forward. Our lips meet, both of us unable to get enough of the other. He shifts beneath me, abruptly raising his hips and thrusting into me with a wanton need. The pleasure builds around me, like an inferno of flames, scorching me whole with desire.
I push down, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His free hand snakes between us, slipping two fingers over my center and using the pads of his fingers to rub against my clit.
My lips part as I scream out his name, the orgasm crashing over me. It’s like my mind and body go numb as he continues to pull every last ounce of pleasure from me while still chasing his own ecstasy.
His movements grow slower, his body stiffening as he groans, filling me with his release. He holds me tight as my body sags against his, every bone and muscle in my body feeling like jelly.
With my ear pressed alongside his chest, I hear his heart hammering, strong and steady. I wrap my arms around him, curling myself into his body as my eyelids flutter closed.
Softly, he presses a kiss to my temple and then lowers us so that his head hits the pillow, and mine stays positioned on his chest. He brings up the blanket around us and then tightens his arm around me, his hold on me telling me more than words ever could.
My heart pounds beneath my rib cage, filling me with something dangerous. Something I shouldn’t be feeling. Something that feels a whole lot like love.
And as much as I should fight this feeling. As much as I should pull away and remember that this marriage has an end date… I can’t.
Because it’s too late.
My heart is beating for him.
Only him.
Just like it has for years.
Chapter twenty-two
Mauro
Lauren
Still on for tomorrow afternoon?
Mauro
Yes. I'll be there.
Lauren
I'm a little sad this will be our last session. It's been fun.
Mauro
Fun? Is that the word we're calling it?
I slide my phone into my back pocket as I approach Vin’s house. His guards greet me with nods of recognition, one ofthem pulling the door open before I reach it. I step inside and stomp my boots on the mat while rolling my stiff shoulders.
Jet lag is very real, and I’m currently paying the price.
Alina and I arrived home barely an hour ago, and between the sleepless nights and the restless flight back, exhaustion weighs heavily on my bones. Every muscle aches; every blink feels delayed.
Not that I’m complaining.
Those two nights with Alina, lost to each other and wrapped in each other’s embrace in the most romantic city in the world, are etched into me now. They’re a part of my damn soul. We burned through every ounce of restraint we had, leaving no part of the other untouched. Bodies spent. Minds unraveled… It was perfect.
And the fact that her familiar, breath-takingly beautiful smile returned to her face was just the cherry on top.
I fight off a yawn as I head for my brother’s office, and upon entering, I immediately stop short.
