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I grab his face and kiss him, and my god, it feels so good to kiss him like this.

Over the last month, Rafael and I have cuddled more than I’ve ever cuddled with anyone before. There have been countless forehead kisses and cheek kisses. Hugs and embraces. But this? This is a line we didn’t cross because we knew we shouldn’t. But now, we’re both feeling too damn bad for ourselves that we don’t care.

Maybe it’s wrong. But so is Enzo leaving us.

So I’m going to do what I need to survive for me and my babies, and I’m convinced if sex doesn’t make me feel something, nothing will. And that’s not good. But I need to know if I’m completely broken or not.

Rafael tugs my shorts down and I kick them off. He maneuvers his own off, and his warm, hard dick slides through my pussy lips, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He pulls his hips back and slides into me. He sighs a deep sound of relief when he’s all the way, and he rests his forehead on mine.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he whispers.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, slow and deep. My body lights up, pleasure coursing through me, and I think he may be right. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him tightly to him.

I lean up to kiss him again, soft and gentle.

“Yeah, we are,” I tell him.

Rafael goes slow, taking his time, being meticulous, making sure we feel every little bit of this. Because we need to feel something before we lose our minds for good.

He groans, his breathing growing heavy. I rock my hips with his, an orgasm building from the way he grinds against my clit with each thrust.

“You feel so good,” I tell him.

“So do you,” he whispers. “So damn good.”

His thrusts become harder. Not faster, but harder and deeper. I hold onto his arms, digging my nails in.

“Rafael,” I moan.

“Yeah, baby?” he rasps.

“Make me come, please.”

“Planned on it,” he says, grinding long and hard against me. I sigh heavily, my head pressing into the pillow. He does it again and again, and each time I’m closer and closer.

“Come with me,” he says.

“Yes…”

“Come with me now,” he grunts, keeping his movements slow and firm.

One more thrust and I’m there. My body explodes around him, every bit of me on fire. He shudders, releasing in me and burying his face in my neck as he does. I clench around him, my orgasm ripping through me and lighting me on fire from the inside out.

We lie there for a few moments after, panting and trying to catch our breath. Eventually, he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a damp cloth to clean me up. He gets back into bed, and we cuddle more.

“At least we don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant,” I say.

He huffs out a laugh, pulling me closer to him.

“Yeah, at least we don’t have to worry about that.”

Chapter Seventy-Four

Vincenzo

I stay at Elio’s house because if I go home, I’ll see Jordan. And if I see Jordan, I’ll want to stay with her. I won’t want to leave and kill Dario like I have to. If I go back home, Jordan’s sweetness will keep me there, and I can’t have that.