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Sweet and sinful, just like her.

She’s drenched, her slick coating my lips, my chin, and I lap it up greedily, sucking, flicking, teasing, worshiping. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks, her body bowstring tight, her breath ragged. “Ro,” she gasps, her voice breaking, and the sound sends a sharp jolt straight to my cock.

I growl into her, sucking her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue, holding her down when she jerks, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

“Too much?” I murmur against her, my voice rough, teasing, laced with dark amusement.

She whimpers, shaking her head.

“No, no—please don’t stop.”

Gods, she’s perfect.

I grip her thighs tighter, spreading her wider, pressing her further into the couch, keeping her exactly where I want her. I can feel her getting close, her body tensing, her moans turning into soft, desperate cries. She’s right there—

And then I stop.

Her breath catches violently, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips rocking up instinctively, searching for friction.

“Romano!” she nearly wails, her voice high and desperate, her eyes wide and shocked when I pull away just enough to smirk up at her.

“I told you, little love,” I rasp, dragging my tongue lazily along her inner thigh, nipping at the soft flesh. “You should’ve let me take my time.”

She groans in frustration, hips jerking, and I chuckle darkly, licking my lips, savoring the taste of her still lingering on my tongue. I slide up her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up the center of her stomach, up the valley between her breasts, not stopping until I’m hovering over her.

She’s panting, flushed, her blue eyes glazed and utterly wrecked. And we’re just getting started. I grind against her, letting her feel just how hard I am through my jeans, and she lets out a shuddering gasp, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You’re evil,” she breathes, her lips parted, trembling.

I chuckle, kissing the corner of her mouth, dragging my nose along her cheek, and inhaling deeply. “And you love it.” I let her tear my jeans open, push them down enough to free my cock, her small hands wrapping around me, squeezing just enough to make me groan.

“I do,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine and biting my lower lip.

And just like that, whatever restraint I had left shatters. I pin her beneath me, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“I hope you’re ready, little love,” I whisper, rolling my hips against her, feeling the heat of her against me.

She looks up at me, utterly unafraid, utterly wanting, utterly mine. “Stop teasing and ruin me, Romano.”

And fuck if I don’t intend to.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head, my grip firm but not bruising. She gasps, eyes widening, chest rising and falling quickly as her lips part in anticipation.

She loves this.

She loves being at my mercy.

And fuck, I love it too.

I take a moment to drink her in. Her flushed cheeks, the wild mess of her dark blue hair fanned out against the couch, the way her breath hitches when I grind against her, dragging the thick, aching length of my cock through her slick folds.

She whimpers, her legs twitching around my hips, her body arching toward me, but I keep my pace slow, taunting, teasing.

I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers, close enough that our lips brush when I whisper, “You think you can handle me, little love?”

She swallows hard, her hands flexing beneath my grip, but she doesn’t try to escape. No, she’s exactly where she wants to be. “I know I can.”

Oh, fuck me.