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His fingers tighten around my wrists. "Tesoro," he murmurs, bringing his lips to mine, seeming to sense my changing mood. He kisses me gently, completely at odds with the hard possession he has over my body.

And I know that's when he's got me. Not when he's fucking me into oblivion, but when he's being sweet.

I love him, and there's nothing I can do about it.

I kiss him back, letting him take control of the kiss, letting him set the pace.

When he pulls away, I'm breathless all over again.

"Please, fuck me," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "I need you inside me. Please."

"Anything for you," he whispers, then thrusts into me hard.

I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden return of pleasure. He gives me everything I asked for, driving into me with long, deep strokes.

Every thrust pushes me higher, every drag of his cock against my sensitive walls sends sparks of pleasure through my body.

The need to come is overwhelming, a desperate ache that has me squirming against him.

But suddenly, it's not right.

It's everything I wanted a minute ago. It feels amazing; my body is about to shatter into a million little pieces.

But it's not what I want.

Not like this.

A wave of emotions swamps me, unexpected.

Now when I squirm against him, it's real. A particularly hard thrust takes my breath, so I push back against his hold on my wrists.

He realizes it instantly, and his hips still. His grip on me loosens immediately. "Donna? What is it?" There's concern in his tone. "Am I hurting you?"

"No." I twist my hips. "I just... let me go."

He doesn't hesitate, releasing me completely.

He starts to pull out of me, but I tighten around him.

"No, don't. Just..." I'm still overwhelmed with emotions I can't quite identify, so the words are hard to find.

I push myself up onto my hands, and he lets me go without a word, following me as I shift, turning over onto my back. The movement leaves him sliding out of me, and we both let out a pained groan at the loss of connection.

I push the messy hair out of my face and look up at him. His expression is careful, worried.

I reach up, cupping the side of his face. "I'm okay," I say softly.

He leans into my touch, his eyes searching mine. "Cuore mio, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing." I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm fine. Better than fine."

He doesn't look convinced.

"I promise." I pull him down for a kiss. It's soft and sweet, everything I need in this moment. He's right there with me, deepening the kiss, showing me how much he loves me.

I break the kiss and look up at him. "I just want to look at you. Touch you."

His expression softens, but the worry remains in his eyes.