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“We wouldn’t want that, cara.” He leans down and kisses me, softly and deeply, his tongue sliding against mine as his finger finally pushes inside. Just one. I moan into his mouth, my hips rising off the bed to meet him. He adds a second finger, stretching me and curling them forward until he finds the spot that sends my vision flashing white. I growl and rake my nails down his back.

His lips murmur against mine, and more shudders chase down my spine. “You are so incredible. I can’t wait any longer.”

I fumble for the button of his jeans. He helps me by shedding the last of his clothes in quick, efficient motions, and then he’s naked above me.

He’s beautiful in a brutal way. Hard lines, sharp angles, and scars lend him the look of a man built to outlast everything that tries to break him. His thick, rigid cock curves up toward his belly, the glistening tip causing my mouth to water. My inner walls contract around nothing.

As he climbs over me, I raise a hand to trace the hair at his temples, the lines beside his eyes, and the scar that runs along his ribs. He catches my wrist, plants a kiss on my palm, then places my hand against his heart. I feel it pounding, fast and uneven in a rhythm that matches mine.

“I need to be inside you now.” It’s a statement of fact, delivered in that deep voice that clenches my thighs and stutters my heart. “But you must know that this isn’t just—” He pauses, his jaw flexing. “I haven’t felt need like this in years. Maybe ever. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

My chest aches. I cup his face with both hands and brush his cheekbones with my thumbs.

“Then don’t hold back. Give me everything. I want all of it. All of you.”

He opens the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom, the sharp tear of foil cutting through the quiet before he settles between my legs and positions himself.

“Lucia.” He says only my name again, which sets off fireworks beneath my skin as he pushes inside.

He replies to my resulting gasp with a groan that vibrates through his chest into mine. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fills me, stretching me until my eyes roll back and my mouth falls open in a silent scream. He’s so thick, so deep, and every one of my nerve endings catches fire. He moves with aching patience, giving me time to adjust and pausing when he’s fully seated inside me.

“Look at me.”

I do. His eyes, nearly black, glimmer with every emotion. Hunger. Tenderness. Fear. Hope.

“You feel that? You feel how your body was made for mine?”

Unable to speak, I simply nod. Moans escape my throat again and again as his girth stretches and overwhelms me with every thrust, reaching places I didn’t know were empty.

“More.” My demand slips out between breathy whimpers. “Please, Marco. More.”

He gives me what I ask for. He pulls out slowly, dragging against every sensitive inch of my inner walls, then drives forward again, deeper this time. I clamp around him, begging for even more, and the careful rhythm dissolves into wild desperation.

His mouth finds mine, and we kiss like we’re both drowning, like the only air in the room exists between our lips. His hips slam into me over and over, each stroke channeling a shock wave through my body, and I meet him beat for beat. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the solid muscle of his ass, pulling him closer and urging him on. Harder. Faster.

“You feel amazing—” He cuts himself off with a groan before dropping his forehead to mine. Sweat slicks his skin and drips onto my chest. “Cazzo, you feel incredible, like your pretty little cunt truly was designed just for me.”

His words—dirty, raw, and unlike anything I expected from his guarded exterior—jolt pure heat through me. I moan, tightening around him, and he curses again.

“You like that?” He thrusts with even more intensity. “You like when I talk to you like this? Tell you how good you feel? How fucking perfect you are?”

“Yes.” I gasp. “Yes. Don’t stop!”

“I won’t.”

He keeps that promise by reaching between us and finding the spot where we’re joined. The pad of his thumb circles my clit in time with each plunge of his cock. The dual sensation of his dick stuffing me while his thumb maintains a devastating rhythm hurtles me toward my orgasm. The slide of skin against skin, slick with sweat and goosebumps, lights up every cell in my body.

As his weight pins me into the mattress, the mounting pressure low in my belly coils. Every thrust, every circle of his thumb, catapults me toward bliss.

“I can feel you getting close.” His voice breaks between ragged breaths. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tightly. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Lucia?”

The rough way he moans my name at the end tips me over. I yell out, my back arching off the bed, and he watches me fall apart with those black, hungry, unblinking eyes, enjoying every second of my unraveling like he’s committing it to memory.

“That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

I shatter beneath him, my climax crashing through me in waves that steal my breath and liquefy my bones. My vision whites out, and my mouth opens in a silent scream. I clench around him, milking him, and the tingles of my orgasm trigger his.

“Lucia…fuck…Lucia.” He groans my name like it’s the only word he remembers and then goes rigid, his cock twitching inside me. I feel every throb of his climax, and it drags another tremor through me.