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He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just inches from mine. His hand drops to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. And then, finally, his lips meet mine in a tender, almost hesitant kiss.

At first, it’s gentle and tentative, as if he’s afraid of hurting me. But then, as I respond eagerly, he deepens the kiss, his tongue probing my lips. I moan softly, my hands clutching his shoulders, urging him on. He presses me against the wall of the boutique, his body hard against mine, and I feel a surge of desire like nothing I have ever felt before.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. I feel the strength in his arms as he holds me close. With a groan, he breaks the kiss, pulling back to look at me. “What are we doing?” His voice is husky.

“We’re kissing,” I say, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Exactly,” I say simply, before pulling him in for another kiss. This time, he responds with even more passion, his hands roaming over my body as he kisses me deeply.

As our mouths move in perfect harmony, I realize that this is what I’ve been missing. Passion, desire, and the thrill of the unknown. I don’t know where this will lead, but for now, all that matters is the heat between us, the hunger in our kiss and the promise of more to come.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Armando

We enter her tiny apartment, kissing, surrounded in a hurricane of lust and desire. I need this woman more than I need to breathe.

As we stumble through the door, our lips pressed together in a frenzied passion, a sense of relief washes over me. Finally, I’m here, with her, and nothing else in the world matters. Her apartment is small, cramped even, but I don’t care. All I need is her. We’re two animals returning to our den. Our den of sins.

My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves and dips of her figure. Heat radiates off her skin, and it only fuels my desire further. I need to be inside her. Now.

I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist as we stumble towards the bed. Her scent fills my nostrils, intoxicating me further.

As we collapse onto the bed, I break our kiss for just a moment to look into her eyes. They’re dark, filled with a hunger that matches my own. I need her, all of her, and I know she needs the same from me.

“I’m going to fuck you like a boyfriend fucks a girlfriend,” I say, remembering her request earlier and how she wanted me to kiss her.

Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. I feel her urgency, her need for me. “No. Fuck me like an animal would fuck his prey.”

This girl… she’s fucking everything. Everything.

I dip my head down to kiss her again, my tongue slipping into her mouth as she moans in pleasure. Our bodies are pressed together, my hardening cock aching to be inside her. Sliding my hand down between her legs, I stroke into her wetness and know that she’s ready for me, and it only spurs me on further. I need to be inside her. I need to make her mine.

With one hand, I undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing the soft skin underneath. My lips leave hers, trailing down her neck and chest, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. My other hand reaches for her skirt, pulling it down her body until it falls to the floor.

My hands roam everywhere, seeking out every inch of her skin. She moans and writhes beneath me, her own fingers gripping my hair and pulling me closer as if scared I’ll leave her alone.

My mouth finds her nipple, and I begin to suck on it, teasing it with my tongue while the other hand finds and begins to tease the other one.

Her body trembles beneath mine, her breathing growing ragged. I slide my hand down her body, my fingers desperate to find her wetness.

She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist, pulling me closer to her, desperate for me to enter her. When my fingers find the edge of her panties, I hook a finger in the side and pull them down with ease.

I slide one finger inside her, taking it out and sliding it back in again as she moans in pleasure. I tease her, torturing her with my touch. I want her to beg for me. I want her to know my power over her.

“Please,” she breathes out. “Please, I need you. Fuck me.”

My fingers are moving faster now, sliding in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her clit in quick little circles.

She throws her head back and moans, her voice filled with desire.

It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. All I want is to have her screaming beneath me, moaning my name for the rest of my life.

She claws at my clothes, desperately ridding me of them and tossing them to the floor.

I need to be inside her, now.