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"Then what?"
My voice nearly fails me.
“Then you put your mouth on me.”
His eyes flare.
It is the first truly uncontrolled thing I have seen from him in this room.
“Were you wet for me?” he murmurs in my ear.
"Yes," I moan.
"Did you beg for me?"
"Yes."
His finger slides through my wetness and pushes inside me.
"Show me."
My hips move with the movement of his hand, shamelessly begging for more.
"Please," I moan.
"Mm, Victoria."
He pushes a second finger inside me, and I whimper.
"Tell me more."
My eyes fall closed.
"You said no one else can do to me what you do. No one else will ever give me what I need."
My hips are moving in rhythm with his fingers.
"Oh, God."
His mouth is at my ear.
"That's right,sporcacciona," he says, his accent thicker.
His hand is moving faster now, his fingers working inside me, and I'm shaking.
"Open your eyes,cara," he orders.
I obey.
The glass is a foggy blur.
But I can see his face.
The dark, possessive look in his eyes.
"Come for me," he says, the words hot on my skin.
I'm close.
