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He knows exactly what he is doing.

“Too much?” he murmurs against my skin.

"More," I moan.

He growls against my throat and ravages it. His other hand slides from my waist to my ass, gripping it and pulling me flush against him.

I can feel his cock, hard and ready.

I slide one of my hands down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. He tenses, but doesn't stop me. I trace the line of it with my fingertip, and he shudders.

“Donatella," he warns, his Italian accent growing thicker.

“I know what I want,” I whisper, my fingers sliding lower to cup him through the fabric of his pants.

He sucks in a harsh breath.

I smile, slowly, and he clearly feels it against his skin.

Roughly, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away, then he pins my hand behind my back.

"Tease," he chastises.

Before I can reply, he claims my mouth again. I kiss him back with equal fervor, my body humming with desire.

With his other hand, he squeezes my breast through my sweater, making me gasp.

He takes the opportunity, and his tongue claims my mouth while I can do nothing but hold on. My sweater is in the way, and I want to feel his hands on me.

He seems to read my mind, because his hand slides up my back, fisting in my sweater. He pulls it over my head with one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor.

I'm not wearing a bra.

His dark eyes take me in.

"Dio," he says, heated, "quanto sei bella."

He dips his head, and I arch my back, pressing against him as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

I let out a choked cry.

He continues to lavish attention on one, then the other, until I'm writhing against him.

He moves one of his legs between mine, and the friction is exactly what I need. I rub myself against him, chasing the pleasure that's building inside me.

He lets out a groan, and it is a beautiful sound.

But he pulls back.

I whimper in protest.

He chuckles, a low sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"Patience, dolcezza," he whispers, his hands stroking my sides.

I wrap one leg around him, pulling him close.

He kisses me again, and I lose myself in him. His hands slide behind me, cupping my ass through my leggings.