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I need more than this slow, gentle pace. I need him to fuck me. Hard.

I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to urge him on, to get him to speed up.

He ignores me.

His hands move up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands.

He takes the hint and starts to roll my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. But still, he continues to thrust gently. Slowly.

It’s driving me insane.

"Lorenzo," I gasp, my hands sliding from his shoulders to his back, my nails digging into his skin.

He seems to know what I want. "I'm getting you used to the feel of me," he murmurs gently. "I can tell it's been a while for you."

His consideration makes my chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with pleasure. But the last thing I need is for him to be considerate.

"I'm not made of glass, Lorenzo," I say, my hands digging into the muscles of his ass, pulling him closer. "Fuck. Me." It's definitely not a plea. It's a demand.

A slow smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."

And then he gives me what I want.

He pulls out, and then slams back into me, hard and fast.

I cry out, my body arching off the bed.

"Yes," I scream. "Just like that."

He uses his hands to leverage himself above me, and then he starts to fuck me in earnest, hard and fast, just like I asked.

It's raw, and it's primal, and it's exactly what I need.

I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to meet his, my legs spreading as wide as possible to take him deeper.

The sounds of our bodies coming together, of our harsh breathing, of our whispered words and cries of pleasure fill the room.

I am lost to it. Lost to him.

I can feel the tension building inside me, a coil of desire tightening in my stomach, waiting to spring.

I reach between us, my fingers finding my clit. I rub it in a firm, circular motion, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

The added sensation is almost too much.

"Oh, God, Lorenzo," I moan. "I'm so close."

He leans down and kisses me, and it's a wild, desperate kiss, full of teeth and tongue. We devour each other, lost in the moment, lost in each other. His hips piston into me, and I move against him. I can feel my inner walls starting to flutter and clench around him. He knows I am close. And he is going to give me exactly what I need.

Except just as I'm about to fly over the edge, he stills.

My eyes fly open, and I cry out in shock. My body is trembling on the brink, and I try to get him moving again, but he holds still, not budging an inch.

"Lorenzo," I gasp, my voice a ragged plea.

He chuckles, and it's pure evil. "I made a promise to you, Donatella. I intend to keep it."