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Everything in me screams to keep her, hold on to her and never let her go.

Lowering my face, I plant my mouth on hers, kissing her like she’s air and I am out of oxygen—greedy, passionate. She returns it with the same ardor, our tongues dancing together, and I roll us over, with me on top of her. We kiss for a long time as my fingers glide over every inch of her skin.

Unhurriedly, we undress. Our clothes fall off the side of the bed in a heap and we return to giving in to our fiery kisses and fervent touches. There’s desperation clinging to each gesture.

I yearn to tell her so much. That she’s the most mesmerizing thing my eyes have ever seen. How much I love and crave her. I think I was put on this earth to make sure she gets all she desires and deserves in her life.

I let my body do the talking instead and when I grip my aching hard cock, I guide it to her entrance. Rubbing the head from bottom to top, I kiss her until she’s a wet and needy mess.

I’ve fucked her many times, but she’s still so tight. Even if she’s soaked and pulling me inside of her, she sucks in a breath.

“I am sorry.” It’s not only because she always struggles to fit me. It’s for everything.

“I am not. It feels so good, Enzo.”

I push into her inch by inch, wanting to prolong while making sure she never forgets how I feel inside of her. Her walls massage me into blissful euphoria as we kiss, her fingers stroking down my back.

I only feel complete when I am inside of her.

Eyes locked, tears gather, and they fall the longer we gaze at each other.

Our bodies find their own rhythm, moving together.

She feels perfect—my personal Nirvana. Through kisses and moans, we sail toward the ultimate land of pleasure. And it hits me. There is no difference to me between me making love to her or fucking her—everything is for her, to pleasure her, bringing her higher so I can catch her.

I want to keep her, damn it. My rhythm changes, becoming urgent, rolling my hips to go deeper, thrust in her harder.

She smiles, moaning in my mouth, “Let him out, Enzo. Give me everything. This is the last time. We made love, now let’s fuck like what we truly are—animals.”

I pummel inside her and nip her jaw as she cries out. That only pushes me to become wild. Turning her around, I command, “Grip the headboard.”

She does, her silver long hair brushing along her back. I grip her ass cheeks, digging my thumb into the tattoo that calls the beast in me to pound her raw. Fuck my seed into her until it overflows.

“Can you imagine someone else doing this to me?” Her smirk taunts me to fuck her even harder, deeper.

It’s like she can read my fucking thoughts.

Frenzy overtakes me.

I slap her ass before thrusting back inside of her, my front covering her back. From this angle, I go even deeper inside ofher. She stutters on a breath as I graze my teeth along her neck before biting, wanting to punish her for even suggesting that.

“Don’t provoke me when I am buried in your pussy. I might get tempted to go even deeper.”

“Deeper? You’re hitting my damn cervix,” she breathes out. “Oh god. You’re so deep.”

“He doesn’t listen to us sinners, amore. And if you scream for someone, scream my fucking name.” I drive so hard inside of her I am pounding her cervix, wanting to break this woman so I can put her back together.

“Give me what I fucking want,” I demand, ramming into her in rapid, hard thrusts.

She shouts my name, and I brush my nose against her neck, whispering in her ear, “Good girl.”

A tremor rocks her body, and her head falls when I straighten myself, gripping her waist. Her moans and my groans create a sultry background, but I need to see her face. Lose myself one more time in her eyes while I own her and I come inside of her, desperate to leave a part of me inside of her.

She gives a sound of protest as I pull out, but it doesn’t take long until I switch her to her back and I slip inside her again.

“Fuck you feel perfect. You’re perfect.”

My eyes will never gorge on anything this flawless, from her skin to her features—she’s all beauty—dazzling like the sun at midday, mysterious like the sky at midnight.