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But my body reacts anyway.
A shiver moves through me, deep and uncontrollable, and he feels it. His mouth curves against my ear.
“That,” I whisper, “was completely unfair.”
“It means you are beautiful like this.”
Oh.
My throat tightens.
Not because it is poetic or soft or romantic.
Though it is.
No, it’s because he’s not just flattering me.
He is simply telling the truth. That is how he works.
I turn my face toward his, and his mouth hovers a breath from mine.
“More,” I breathe.
“Voglio sentirti supplicare.”
The words feel like a hand between my thighs.
I suck in a sharp breath. “What does that mean?”
His mouth brushes the shell of my ear.
“I want to hear you beg.”
Oh God.
My entire body clenches.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, and his hand slides down my side, over my hip, gripping me just hard enough to make me arch beneath him.
His mouth moves lower, to my jaw, to my throat, where my pulse is beating far too fast.
“Voglio sentire la tua fica stringersi intorno a me.”
I have no idea what he said.
But the words, spoken in that deep, melodic voice, wash over me, a caress hotter than any touch.
I am panting again, my body already responding to the promise in his tone, even if I don't know the words.
My hands slide into his hair, the strands soft and thick. I guide his mouth back to mine, and I kiss him with a desperation that is almost frightening.
I am not a woman who begs.
But for this… for him… I think I could be anything.
I feel the blunt head of his cock press against the entrance to my pussy, and we both still.
He is hot, hard, and impossibly big.
