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Santi pulled up his pants, then fastened them while I tracked his every move. Both his hands came to my waist, lifting me back up onto his lap. Straddling him, I made myself push against him. The unsated flames burned through my bloodstream, and he was the only one who could extinguish them.

Folding me into his arms, his lips hovered over my ear and whispered in a soft, almost worshiping voice, “Amore, you just might be the woman to break me.”

I would never break him; I just wanted to love him.

The car came to a stop. I went to move, but his hand tightened on me.

“He’ll see,” I whispered.

“Let the whole world see,” he rasped against my mouth. “Because you are mine.”

CHAPTER29

Amore

Santi held my hand in his as we exited the vehicle. Shyness overcame me and I avoided our driver's and bodyguard’s eyes. I hoped they didn’t get wind of what we were doing. I was so lost in our act, that I couldn’t swear we had kept our grunting and moans to a minimum.

My eyes roamed over the vast property. Glancing behind us, I saw a long driveway cutting a path between the trees. The large marble villa shone bright under the sun, the azure sea beyond it shimmering. The shutters of the humongous villa mirrored the color of the sea. There were fruit trees - lemons, oranges, cherry, and fig groves.

The Mediterranean villa was picture perfect luxury, but before I could admire it further, Santi picked me up into his arms. Wrapping my arms around his nape, a giggle escaped me as he strode through the entrance. It reminded me of a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

The second we passed through the door of the magnificent villa, he had me pinned against the wall. The front door slammed behind us with a loud thud before his lips pressed hungrily on mine. His tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth like it belonged there. Our kiss was fervent, wet, and messy.

My hands pulled hard at his dark hair, clutching him harder to me, parting my lips wider to allow him to consume every inch of my mouth.

His stubble against my cheek was rough, and I loved it. His roughness to my softness.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he rasped into my ear. “I’m ready to bury myself inside you.”

Desire ignited into a full-blown inferno, shooting flames through my veins. I needed him inside me. The ache pulsing between my legs demanded to be eased. And he was the only one that could do it.

With my legs wrapped around his waist, I rocked against his hard length, riding the friction, desperate for relief. His hands flexed against my ass before he ran one down the front of me and dove beneath my dress. Desperation coursed through my veins and the throbbing ache drove me wild.

“Please, Santi,” I pleaded. “I need…”

He understood my body better than I did. The rough pads of his fingers trailed up over the soft skin of my inner thigh and straight to my core. Wetness flooded my sex, and I rubbed against his fingers, twisting my body against him. Our hearts beat as one, frantically, and our breathing erratic.

“Ahhhh, yes,” I panted, the second his finger touched my clit. “Santi. Oh, God!”

Unashamed, I ground against his rough hand while his finger worked my clit. My whole body lit up, flames licking at my skin. I was so close and white-hot pleasure ignited through my bloodstream.

His finger rubbed my clit roughly, and I gasped against his lips. My heart beat hard and fast, my skin burning. I rolled my hips against his palm, his mouth hard on mine. Our breaths mixed together, and the pressure built within me.

This sensation was like hot embers boiling in the pit of my belly. And I fucking loved it.

From the corner of my mind, I realized he was walking. I needed him inside me.Now!I didn’t give a shit if he wanted to take me on the hard tile or desk or couch. As long as he took me.

We both fell onto something soft, and my eyes shot open.

A bed. In a large, airy bedroom with a view of the sea. None of it mattered to me; except the sight of the man in front of me. Frantically, I fumbled to take his shirt off. I wanted to touch his bare chest, feel his hot skin under my fingertips. Santi cursed savagely and ripped his shirt open, buttons popping and scattering all around us.

In one swift move, he pulled my dress over my head. The shredding sound of my panties followed. He touched me everywhere, rough and urgent. The fire spread through me and pooled at my entrance.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my sex flooded with an aching need for him.

His mouth latched onto my nipple. His teeth nipped the sensitive bud before easing the sting with his tongue. My back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping my throat.

He alternated between sucking and nipping. My skin burned and pressure built, ready to explode into a million stars. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him closer, desperation clawing at me.