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From far, far away, I hear the sound of a zipper, but my mind doesn't register what it means until the head of his cock teases my entrance. I look up and catch sight of him. Oh fuck, he's big. So big.

He moves on top of me, cradles my head with one head while the other guides his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

"So fucking tight," he grunts. "Are you ready to take all of me in?"

Wait? What? All?

I thought he was already all the way in.

"Ah, Scarlet, you torture me. Do you want all of me?"

Stupefied, I nod against his chin, unsure of what to expect.

Good grief, he's going to split me in half, my mind cries while my pussy adjusts around him with not a breadth of a hair to spare. I've never felt this full, this complete, in my life.

"Look at me," he orders.

I turn my head and do as he says, instantly hypnotized by his green, green eyes.

"I want to see you come." His voice is hoarse.

I stare at his beautiful, chiseled face. This close, I notice the small crook in his nose for the first time. His lips part slightly, allowing deep moans to escape him while he fills my pussy, stretching it.

"Say my name," he rasps. The tendons on his neck stand out, and I realize he's holding himself back, waiting for me. So, for a third time within the span of a few minutes, I let go.

Surprisingly, my arms work again, and with one hand, I cling to his bicep, so strong and muscular that I feel the thick ropes move under his skin. My other arm slings around his neck, and my hips rise to meet his rhythm.

"Antonio," my voice is deep and hoarse.

"That's it, Scarlet, dance with me," he encourages.

A throaty mewl escapes me as another orgasm begins to build. His thrusts become harder, faster, and more demanding. My hips pick up his frenzied demands, bucking into him.

"Fuck, Scarlet, I need you to come," he groans.

"Antonio!" I scream his name as the pleasure waves take me under, right before he tenses on top of me. His cock pulses inside me as his release follows mine.

My release hits me hard.It's an explosion unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. For a moment, it feels as if she and I are one, and I know without a doubt that this woman has been created just for me. Not only is she a perfect fit, but her response to me is sublime.

I’ve had many lovers. Some thought that just lying there with their perfect bodies on display would suffice; others tried acrobatic tricks on me; some were kinky, some giving, some taking, but none of them had even come close to preparing me for sex with this woman.

The way she screams my name as her pleasure courses through her, the way her walls greedily milk my dick, it makes me see stars. Everything around me is simply gone; there's only her and me.

For the longest time, I'm not aware of anything. My forehead simply rests on hers. We share our breaths, anchored to one another. Our eyes meet, and I get lost in twin pools of deep sapphire. It reminds me of the spot where the Atlantic Ocean meets the turquoise Caribbean Sea, only more vivid, especially now as she bathes in the after-waves of her orgasm. The most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

"Bellissima," I breathe when I am finally able to utter a word again.

She closes her eyes for a moment, looking so damn vulnerable, I automatically increase my hold on her. I'll never, ever allow anybody to hurt her again. As a matter of fact, I'm certain that if anyone walked in right now, I would tear the bastard apart with my bare hands and make him eat his heart.

Her lids open, and sadness and acceptance dance within them. "You don't have to call me that."

I swear right then that I will kill anybody who has hurt her, including her piece of shit father.

My blood boils again like it did when I first noticed the faint scars. My Scarlet was abused over a long, very long, period of time. Her mother, she said. Her own mother did this to her. The woman is lucky she's dead. The urge to hack her to pieces nearly chokes me.

But I don't think that's all. There is a lot more to that story, and I'm going to find out who made her this insecure about her beauty. Yes, those scars are blemishes on her otherwise perfect body, but they're only a distraction to me because they tell of her hurt.

"I wouldn't say so if it wasn't true," I assure her, rolling us over and pulling regretfully out of her warm pussy. The way her body snuggles into mine is pure perfection, just like she is, reaffirming my belief that she was made just for me.