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“Deep inside, even though I knew I didn’t deserve you, I was too selfish to let you belong to another.” His voice turned guttural as he pressed into me. Sandro was all hardness and caged aggression. My husband was on the edge.

“So what do we do?”

“Bianca,” he growled. “Even before I fuck you, you need to know, there has never been a version of our story in which I let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go,” I whispered.

A weighted silence descended that suppressed even the sound of our breathing. Then my whole body was moving, or rather Sandro was moving me.

We went flying into the air, or it felt like flying. We crashed on top of my bed, and his weight descended on me. And we went feral.

Lips and limbs tangled all with frenzied longing. One second he was devouring me with a kiss and making me pant for air, and the next my sleep shorts disappeared and he’d spread my legs and his mouth was on me.

Tasting, seeking, licking. I gripped the bedsheets. Sandro was keeping me on the edge.

Seriously? I moaned my frustration.

He gripped the outside of my thighs, keeping me open.

My hips squirmed.

He paused and growled, “Stop moving.”

“Stop teasing,” I retorted.

His answer was to make a broad swipe across my sensitive flesh.

“I’m not teasing, baby,” he mumbled, or at least I thought that was what I heard. “I’m savoring.” His tongue speared inside me, and he used his nose to rub against my clit. He was good at this. Just keeping the slightest pressure to drive me crazy without getting me off.

“Sandro!”

He stopped. “Shh…you don’t want to wake up the house.”

He replaced his mouth with his finger. Inserting one and following with another. He pumped while he continued to kiss around where I needed him the most.

Somehow, the thought of being caught only fueled the frenetic energy thrumming through my body. My lower body was all boneless and weak, the core of me crying for release.My skin was one blazing inferno. His hand reached out and squeezed my right breast, flicking a thumb over a nipple.

Finally, Sandro went full assault on my pussy. He applied the perfect pressure with his tongue and I exploded on his mouth. I swore I heard a slushy sound, just as an exquisite throbbing held me captive. I pulsed and pulsed. I moaned some more, but this time in throbbing ecstasy. I remembered belatedly to muffle my moan and gripped one end of the pillow and screamed into it. Judging from how slippery I was becoming against his mouth, I was drenched and ready.

Sandro planted kisses on my skin on the way up my body. He settled on his knees and removed my shirt.

“Skin to skin.” He started removing his clothes. Tossed his suit jacket on the floor. I sat up and unbuckled his belt while he unbuckled his shoulder holster, dropping it with his gun to join his suit. Shirt, pants, gone. I traced the outline of his abs down to his erect cock. Like last night, his cock gave me pause. Especially his girth.Hung like a horsecame to mind.

I felt his stare drill into the top of my head.

I glanced up at him. His eyes were smoldering, jaw tight.

He wasn’t asking me again. This was happening.

I swallowed and exhaled deeply. Never letting go of my eyes, he pushed me back against the pillows and settled between my legs.

Still watching me, I felt the head of his cock crowning my entrance, inching in. He closed his eyes briefly and gritted his teeth. “I’m not gonna last.”

I tightened my thighs around him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He continued to push in.

I was so wet, but the girth of him was stretching me to an uncomfortable degree.