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My fingers trail up and down his back, and I press a kiss to his temple.
He lets out a heavy sigh and melts into me.
I keep caressing his back, and not even minutes later, his breaths even out as he falls asleep.
He smells like rough sex and danger, and I keep taking deep breaths of him while the night replays in my mind.
Even though Damiano’s all sharp edges and anger, there are times when a gentler side peeks through the darkness.
I live for those moments.
He’s harsh, controlling, and takes no shit, but I’m starting to grow accustomed to it.
The only thing I have a problem with is how little time we spend together. I want to get to know him better.
Slowly, I drift off to sleep, and when I wake up, my eyes focus on Damiano’s dark ones.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask, my tone groggy.
“A while.”
“Do you need to go to work?”
He surprises me by shaking his head. “I’m taking a break for a few days so we can spend some time together.”
My eyes widen and the sleepiness ups and vanishes. “Really?”
Pulling away from me, he stretches while nodding.
I sit up, a wide smile spreading over my face.
Damiano’s gaze drifts over my body, then he moves fast, and I’m tackled back to the mattress, face down.
His hand squeezes my buttcheek before he shoves my legs open. Gripping my hips, he hauls my butt into the air, and I quickly brace myself on my hands, so I don’t faceplant into the covers.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect,” he mutters, his tone rough around the edges.
He starts to massage my buttcheeks, then his hand slips between my legs, and he thrusts a finger inside me.
My hands fist the covers, and I glance over my shoulder. Damiano’s on his knees behind me, his eyes focused on the spot where he’s fingering me. His other hand brushes up and down my thigh before squeezing my buttcheek again.
His finger curls every time he pushes it inside me, and it feels so good heat floods my core.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans, a satisfied expression tightening his features.
He pulls his finger out of me, grabs my hips, and yanks me backward. My butt slams into his cock, and I feel the impatience rolling off him while he aligns himself with my entrance.
I’m yanked backward again as he thrusts inside me.
A cry rips from me because he hits so much deeper than before.
“That’s it, my little spitfire. Let me hear your cries while you take every inch of me,” he orders, his tone low and brutal.
Damiano wraps an arm around my front, and my back hits his chest. I grab hold of him as he thrusts roughly into me again.
His pace doesn’t quicken. He keeps it slow and hard, my breasts bouncing with every thrust.
“Am I not fucking you hard enough?” he asks, sounding angry.
