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An avalanche of sensations overwhelms me, and I suffocate, drowning in this passion he ignites in me. It’s like he steals the breath from my starving lungs while feeding me air in return, so I’ll need him to stay alive, breathing life into my cold body.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, doesn’t stop touching me with his free hand, grazing down my side. He holds onto my waist as if to make me feel both the power he has over me and how powerless he is in his desire for me.

I arch my back, needing everything in exchange for my surrender. It’s only fair. If I am to burn, then I want it all and more, never to forget—his forbidden touch and fiery kisses put an invisible stamp of ownership on me.

All my life, I’ve fought to be free, but I let him shackle me of my own accord—my will eradicated with a single demand.

This goes beyond madness, a connection forged in obsession, hand-crafted by fate itself. How else would myinability to kill him make sense? How else would he disregard his self-preservation?

His nose brushes along my cheek, and he whispers in my ear, “I am going to fuck you, Luciana, deep, hard, and long until you’ll feel me owning you from the inside out. Until you know who you belong to and never forget.”

Biting into my earlobe, a zap of pleasure shoots through me and he continues, not caring that I can’t think straight. “You’ll crave my cock as if you were made to take me. I’ll make you mine. Make you surrender for me to have you, for us to become one.”

A tremor rocks me. I should hate his claim, deny and rebut his every word, but I can’t find it in me. I can’t make it that easy for him either, so I bite into his chest.

My teeth marks cover his skin, and he groans low when I lick the afflicted skin. “Big words for someone who has more luck than brains.”

His throat rumbles with laughter, those deep sounds blanketing me in a teasing playfulness. It’s spectacular to give yourself to someone while being you—unapologetically.

“You shake in my arms, and I haven’t even started. I’ll make you choke on your words.”

I know he’ll keep his word. He peels my silk top off so sensually, slowly, to drive me insane. I let myself fall and fall until maybe I’d hit my head hard enough to wake up from this trance.

A low sound of appreciation rolls out of his mouth, my upper body exposed to his greedy eyes that make me feel beyond sexy.

“Fuck, you’re spectacular.” His wicked tongue seduces me further.

“Take your fill. We want you to enjoy your last days.”

“Mm-hmm. Let me have my fill of you first. I’ll pay in blood for this after all.”

I’ll pay in blood too for this mistake, but I don’t find it in me to stop while I still can. This will most probably cost me everything.

He trails kisses down my neck to the valley of my breasts. Through the lace, he grazes his teeth over my nipple as he pulls the other breast out, revealing it, and then he exposes the other. My nipples are two stiff peaks flashing at him to soothe their need.

Pleasure floods my insides as he plays with my nipples, tweaking and rolling them. Then he lowers his face, and once his lips wrap around my aching nipple, the ecstasy hits me so hard that stuttering moans tumble out of my mouth.

He bites into it before sucking gently, and the combination of pleasure and pain has me squirming, wanting him to stop and not stop at all—a total senses fuck and it’s just the beginning.

With a twist of his fingers, he unhooks my bra, and it drops to the side, just like my inhibitions and any reservations I had.

The city lights play on the moonless sky and pour colorful beams into the dark room, keeping us protected from prying eyes. The night is the only witness to what is transpiring between us—an illicit affair.

Slowly, he pulls down my shorts while kissing my pussy over my thong, down my thighs until he reaches my ankles. Afterremoving them, he holds my ankles in his hands and places kisses on each toe while looking me deep in the eyes.

“You’re so good at this.” The tinge of jealousy is unmistakable, and he catches it.

“I’ve never wanted to pleasure someone like I do you. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I do you. I signed my death certificate the moment I knew I could never kill you. I am yours, Luciana.”

I want to say so much, wish for things to be different, and explore this connection between us, but our time is running out.

“I’ve never let a man touch me, Enzo. I am giving you what I’ve never given nor planned to give anyone else.” It’s the truth mixed with an apology.

“We’re both fucked, Luciana.”

In more ways than one.

He’s still fully dressed, while only a scrap of material keeps him from seeing me completely naked.