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“You’re perfect, Maria,” I pant. “Utter perfection and no woman on this earth compares. Fuck, I need you.”

“I need you too.” Her hand glides down my chest before resting over my heart. There’s a warmth in her gaze that both scares and thrills me. Like she sees past the want—into all the broken, buried parts I never let anyone touch.

Her eyes flicker with something deeper—hunger, maybe. Or something that terrifies me even more: trust.

“But first… I want to taste you.”

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. Her hands go straight for my zipper, and within seconds, my cock is free—rock hard and aching.

“Maria—”

She silences me with a kiss that brands my soul. It’s not sweet. It’s conquest. She kisses me like I already belong to her.

When she pulls back, her fingers grip my jaw.

“I’m doing this,” she says, voice husky. “So shut up and let me.”

Her hand wraps around my cock, and her tongue flicks the head. My hips buck. I groan—loud.

She takes me in, slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue swirls around the shaft, teasing every nerve. Inch by inch, she devours me until she gags, pulls back, then does it again.

She strokes my balls with one hand while working my cock like it’s her goddamn mission.

“Fuck, Maria,” I hiss, grabbing the back of her head. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

I thrust gently into her mouth, her gag making my abs clench. My hand guides her rhythm as she takes me, owns me.

She works my cock like it’s the only thing she wants in her mouth, and I’m close—too close. I yank her up before I come down her throat.

She lets out a frustrated sound, but I flip her fast, pinning her beneath me. Her protest is swallowed by my kiss.

She fights for dominance, but I’m not giving her an inch. Not now.

I tear her clothes off while our mouths stay locked—kissing like it hurts to stop. She fumbles with my pants until I finally sit up and rip my shirt off.

We’re both bare, panting, high on each other. I can’t remember ever needing someone like this.

Never again,I think.I won’t lose her. I won’t let her go. Not ever.

Her hand cups my face. “What is it?”

I kiss her palm, voice a whisper. “You’re exquisite, Maria Davacalli.”

And maybe that’s what scares me most—how easy it is to fall for her. How impossible it is not to.

She lies beneath me, vulnerable but powerful. Something primal roars in my chest.

I’m in love with her. Maybe I always was.

“Fuck me, Matteo,” she whispers. “Hard.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I line up with her entrance and drive in slow. Her eyes roll back, her back arches, and she lets out a guttural moan.

“Matteo… oh, fuck.”

She’s tight. So tight I forget how to breathe. I bury myself to the hilt, balls flush against her ass. I hold still, let her adjust. She stares up at me with wild eyes, and the last of my control slips.

“Move,” she commands.