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Even with that smug, triumphant look on his face.

He continues the slow, maddening glide of his cock against my clit. I'm on fire. My whole body is one giant, throbbing nerve ending. The pleasure builds and builds, a slowly building wave that's threatening to crest and overtake me.

I can't. I can't take another one. Not like this. It's too much. Too intense. Too intimate.

"Please," I whisper, the word torn from my throat. "Diego, please."

I don't know what I'm begging for. For him to stop? For him to finish me? For him to put me out of my misery?

He seems to know.

He stops moving.

The sudden absence of stimulation is a shock, and I cry out, my hips lifting, chasing the sensation that's just been stolen from me.

He just watches me, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"You really are a monster," I pant.

"And you, dolcezza," he says, his voice a low, rumbling purr, "are absolutely magnificent."

"Sadist bastard," I say without heat. I'm so wound up I feel like I'm about to explode. If he doesn't do something, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.

He laughs, a rich, deep sound that vibrates through me.

He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. "If I could," he says, "I would stay right here and watch you fall apart for me all night."

"But...?" I ask, my breath catching in my throat.

"But," he says, his lips trailing down my jaw, my neck, "you made a request. And I am a gentleman who aims to please."

"You're no gentleman," I manage.

"No?" My hands still hostage in his, he snakes down my body, takes my nipple into his mouth, and bites down.

The sharp, unexpected pain rips through me. I arch my back, a strangled cry escaping my throat. He soothes the hurt with his tongue, licking the sensitive peak.

"You were saying?" he asks, a smug look on his face as his lips toy with my nipple.

"I... I..." I try to remember what I was saying, but my brain has been short-circuited.

He chuckles and gives my other nipple the same treatment.

The pleasure-pain is a dizzying spiral. It's almost too much, but not quite. It's on the edge of too much, and that's the sweetest spot of all.

Finally, finally, he shifts, but only to raise himself above me, pulling my arms above my head as he does.

He holds my hands captive with one of his own, easily. It's ridiculously sexy, this easy display of strength.

His free hand trails down my body, tweaking a nipple, then over my stomach, my hip, and my thigh.

I hold my breath.

His fingers trace the seam of my pussy.

"You are so wet," he says, his voice a low growl against my ear.

I bite my lip, a small whimper escaping me as his clever fingers tease me, collecting my wetness and spreading it over my clit. I try to arch into his touch, to gain more pressure, more friction, more something, but his fingers move away before I can get what I need.