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“Like this…just like this,” I cry, twining my fists in the sheets.

I begin to quake. Tipping over the brink. The falling, falling.

Rushing, barreling toward the ground with an all-new ferocity as Ciro smiles his pleasure above me, worshiping me with his eyes. I know he will not go with me, not yet.

But having him admire me as I do sends another wave collapsing over the first, making my stomach tighten as my legs spasm around his waist.

He lets me come completely shuddering to a stop before lowering himself to kiss my neck, suck my nipples. Slowly building up again, starting with a new sensation.

His teeth nip at me, making me gasp and squirm.

“I need more of you, my love,” I sing.

“You can have everything, Vanya…” The way he purrs my name makes my skin pebble, shivers running up and down my legs. Curling my fucking toes.

“Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want. However you want. Do whatever you desire.”

I’ve never given myself to anyone like this.

I’ve always been in control, the one taking what I needed from my lovers. Never letting another person into my heart, keeping everything at arm’s length. This kind of abandon, this level of complete lack of control should be terrifying.

Instead, it’s scintillating. It’s mind-blowing.

All the more when he begins to explore the room, lifting me like I weigh nothing and laying me across the table, then the dresser. He bends me over the vanity, letting me watch him pound into me in the mirror.

The chair is next, but as I slam down on him over and over he leans back. The legs snap.

“Our host can afford it.”

Ciro scoops me up, sliding into me again, kissing me as I cling to him. Several steps take us out onto the balcony in the dim of dusk.

Setting me on the wide, smooth railing, he grips the outer lip of the barrier, using it to accentuate every hammering drive of his magnificent cock into my depths. And all I can do is throw my head back, bracing myself on my hands behind me.

Another climax roars toward me.

I clench, hoping to ward it off, make this last.

But I am no match for his barrage of bliss. Blood rushes in my ears, deafening me to my own screams, echoing out over the gardens for all to hear.

Cool evening air refreshes my glistening skin as he continues, his teeth at my collarbone, every muscle rippling. He is a wonder to behold.

In the wake of my latest finale, Ciro lets me down, just for a moment to catch my breath. Sweeping me off my feet, he carries me back inside, our lips never parting for long.

“Tell me what you want…” I hum between kisses.

“This. Forever.”

“How do you want me?”

“You tell me.”

“I want you to fill me with your love. I want you to comewithme,” I demand as we return to the main room.

He aims straight for the center carpet in front of the hearth.

Right in the middle of the floor.

Laying me down, he stretches out beside me, caressing my skin. I almost purr as I raise my hands over my head, luxuriating in him. Basking in him.