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Scratch that. I have never had two orgasms like that.
I've had orgasms before. Good orgasms. Even great orgasms.
But this...
This was something else entirely.
This was a nuclear bomb.
My body detonating from the inside out, leaving nothing but a soft, glowing, pulsing afterglow.
And the man responsible for it is currently looking down at me with an expression that tells me he isn't nearly done yet.
The dark hunger in his eyes hasn’t been slaked. At all.
If anything, it’s been sharpened.
"You have a dangerous smile," he says.
My lips curve up into a wider smile.
I can't help it.
I feel... powerful.
A feeling I am not used to feeling in bed with a man.
A feeling I definitely wouldn’t have expected in bed with this man.
"Do I?" I ask, my own voice a husky whisper.
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. "You do."
I shift my legs, a subtle invitation. He is still pressed between them, heavy and hot and so, so hard.
I want him.
I want all of him.
"Then I should be careful," I murmur against his lips. "I wouldn't want to give you the wrong idea."
He laughs, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my entire body.
"I think we are well past that,cara," he says. "And I am a man who knows exactly what he wants."
I like the way he says that, the way he calls mecara.
"Say something in Italian," I say softly.
I do not know where this request comes from. It is a whim, a sudden, desperate need to hear him speak in that beautiful, musical language.
He looks down at me, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Sei bellissima così,” he murmurs.
The words roll over my skin, leaving shivers in their wake.
I do not know what they mean.
