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Then his hand is at my waist, steadying me.

“I have you.”

Hesitantly, I take one step, then another.

And another.

"That's it. Just a little more."

His hand is warm on my back, and his words are soothing.

I recognize the cool tiles of the kitchen floor on my bare soles. Where is he taking me?

We have the house to ourselves for the evening, but I'm still not comfortable walking around like this.

Then he turns me.

I don’t know toward what.

I don’t know where the table is anymore, or the candles, or the door.

I only know him.

His hand slides from my waist to my hip, guiding me forward.

“Mario,” I whisper.

“Yes, amore.”

“Where are we going?”

"You will see."

"Can't I see now?"

"Not yet," he says, then presses his lips to mine in a kiss that makes me forget everything.

My hands are useless, bound behind my back, but I arch into him anyway, hungry for his touch.

He cups my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh, his mouth hard and demanding against mine.

My tongue slides along his, and his low moan vibrates through me.

My core tightens.

He releases my ass, and his mouth lifts from mine.

His hand comes to my waist, and he continues guiding me forward.

Then I hear the unmistakable sound of the back door sliding open.

Cool night air spills over my naked skin.

I stiffen, and a wave of fear washes through me.

The world is dark and scary, and I don't know what is happening.

"M-mario."

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