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"And I feel like a fucking asshole." He tips my face up, our gazes tangling as his lips find mine. "So I guess we're a pair, aren't we?"
"I guess we are," I murmur against his lips, allowing myself to let go of the guilt and surrender to the way I feel about this man. I love him so much I can't breathe through it. At the end of the day, that's what matters. It's the only thing that matters.
He kisses me, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. I press my body against his, aching for more. Always for more.
"Mattia," I moan, arching against him as his lips sear a trail of fire along my throat. "Make me forget again."
"Here?" he asks. "Now?"
"Anywhere," I whisper, reaching for his zipper. "Always."
His steel-gray eyes lock with mine, burning with so much heat I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, about to plunge off the side into an abyss of pure wicked ecstasy.
He slips his hand between our bodies.
I groan as fingers slip beneath the waistband of my pants and then into my panties. Heat flares in his eyes when he feels how wet I am for him.
He fucks me with his fingers, toying with me until I'm whimpering and pleading for more.
"Mattia, please," I beg. "Please."
He spins me suddenly, bending me over the side of the bed. Cool air kisses my skin as he yanks my pants and panties down. Fabric shifts as he undoes his pants.
"Brace yourself," he growls, his voice dripping with lust and command.
I bury my face in the comforter, screaming into it as he impales me on his hard cock, holding me in place with one hand on my shoulder. It's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his grip on my shoulder tightening.
He fucks me like a demon, pounding into me again and again and again.
I surrender myself completely to him, shattering around him, thrown from one orgasm into the next.
He doesn't stop. He just keeps going, fucking me as if this is his purpose in life, as if I'm the only thing that exists to him.
My knees buckle, but he hauls me up, tossing me onto the bed. His body pins me to it, his lips at my ear. "Have you forgotten yet, little mouse? Am I the only thing you remember? Am I all that exists to you?" He drives into me again. And then again.
"Tell me, cara mia. Are you mine?"
"Yes! Yes!" I sob. "I'm yours, Mattia."
"Then tell me you love me and come on my cock again like a good little mouse, Aurelia."
I do. God, I do. I shatter around him, coming so hard I lose track of everything. But somehow, I manage to say the words, to give him what he wants. "I love you," I gasp. "I love you, Mattia."
He groans, pressing his face against my throat as his cock jerks and he spills into me. "And I'll never stop loving you, cara mia," he whispers. "Never."
We lay like that for several long moments, catching our breath before voices from below drift up and reality creeps in. My heart clenches, fear gripping me like a fist around my throat.
"Promise me something," I plead, reaching for his hand.
"Anything," he vows.
"Promise me that you're coming back to me tonight. No matter what, promise me that you'll come back to me."
"Little mouse," he whispers, flipping me over. He stares down at me, his expression somehow gentle and fierce at once. "Do you really believe that I'll allow anything to keep me away from you?"
"I…"
