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His skilled tongue traces the inside of my mouth. Mine meets his, thrashing together in a dance of passion and lust that leaves us heaving for air.

I tear away at his suit jacket ’til it’s pushed down his shoulders and I’m fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt instead. Rafael’s hands glide up the underside of my thighs and then fill with my ass cheeks. He gives them a rough squeeze as he sits up and literally lifts me by the ass and thighs. I’m plopped into his lap, now astride him.

I realize why a split second later when he shoves down the straps of my dress and cups of my bra and greedily takes a breast into his mouth.

I arch against him and cry out, forgetting all about the buttons on his shirt.

Instant pleasure shoots through me. His warm, wet mouth sucks away at the supple flesh and then teases the hard bead that’s my nipple.

His name falls from my lips as he moves onto the second breast and inflicts the same torturous pleasure.

It’s how we undress—in between crushing kisses and rough fondling, he sucks on my breasts and shreds my dress. I strip off his belt and drag down his pants zipper so I can wrap my fingers around his erection.

The limousine rocks along with us, swaying from our aggressive, entangled movements.

We don’t stay in one place.

The entire backseat becomes our playground as I gyrate my hips against Rafael and kiss his jawline. He releases an impatient growl and then pins me back down on the seat. My thighs part instinctually, making room for him to fit himself in between as he holds my wrists and recaptures my lips.

How we even ended up in the back of this limo is long forgotten.

I’m not even sure if I could say how I’ve wound up with Rafael tonight if asked.

The only thing I know in the moment is Rafael’s kiss. His lips sealed over mine. His tongue filling my mouth ’til pleasure pulses through me like an electrical current.

But we’re only getting started. He makes that clear as he shoves aside my panties. His fingers glide over my pussy lips, the touch featherlight and teasing. I’m so needy, so turned on, that even the pads of his fingers make me moan. The sound becomes whiny and petulant as he silences me with more deep kisses.

Rafael circles my clit. He teases the little throbbing bead, fully aware what he’s doing to me. Intentional in how he works me up ’til I’m writhing and panting beneath him.

“Let’s get one thing straight,dolcezza,” he growls, kissing his way up to my ear. The gritty sound of his makes me vibrate in place. He nips at my ear and then strokes two fingers into me. “No other man gets to have you. No other man even gets tothinkabout you.”

My spine bows off the leather seat as his fingers sink deep, curling inside me at just the right spot.

He knows this.

He knows exactly how to work his fingers, adding more pressure, stimulating the little ridge he’s found deep inside.

“No other man gets you because you’re fucking mine,” he rumbles into my ear as my mouth drops open in a silent cry of pleasure. “I’m the only man who makes you come just like this.”

My orgasm wipes me out like a tidal wave. My pussy’s clenching around his fingers, a flurry of tingles spreading far and fast through my body.

He keeps me pinned where I am and watches as I fall apart. His dark eyes gleam, drinking in the sight.

And yet still his fingers have not let up. They’re buried inside me, pressing down on my sweet spot. Wave after wave of pleasure follows ’til my body’s going numb and my nails leave scratch marks on his chest.

When he’s good and satisfied, he withdraws fingers slicked with my arousal and then licks them up.

“Sempre così dannatamente delizioso,” he says.

I’m so delirious, I barely consider what he could be saying. I’m more concerned about the swollen piece of flesh jutting out between his thighs. His erection drips with precum, the pearly essence making me wet my lips.

He strokes himself, breathing raggedly. Gaze still set unblinkingly on me, his expression’s more than hunger. It’s ravenous starvation, like it’s painful for him to hold back any longer.

“Dolcezza, I don’t have a condom,” he husks out.

“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since…”

You.