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But I need more.

“I want…” I begin to say, meeting his gaze, but nerves hold me back.

“What do you want, baby?” He pounds faster, my pussy clenching around him, so close to shattering in pleasure. “You know I’ll give you the whole goddamn world if you want it.”

I grip the sheets, my lips parting. “I want to come with you inside me.”

His fingers still, and my body immediately protests as the orgasm rolls away into the distance. He removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, licking them clean. The sight of it has wetness dripping down the inside of my thighs.

Desire flashes across his eyes as he holds my gaze. “There’s no turning back after this. You will be mine in every way that matters.” His hand cradles my cheek. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

I nod. “My life was a nightmare before I met you. But now, it only feels like a dream.” Tears gather in my eyes. “I want to be yours.”

His lips brush against mine as he positions his length at my entrance and then slides within me. The moment he’s fully inside, I feel whole, like we are two souls made for each other.

He begins to move, in and out, thrusting at the right pace so the orgasm slowly builds inside me. My legs wrap around his torso, my body molding into his with compliance.

My fingers tangle into the sheets as he hits that spot deep within me that has my toes curling and my mind blanking.

This is such an indescribable feeling.

Overwhelming, yet everything I need all at once to feel complete.

He knows my body better than I do.

And he treats it with care and love as he brings me closer and closer to the point of no return.

His movements pick up, his thrusts growing harder, giving me exactly what I need to fall over the edge.

He reaches his hand between us, brushing his fingers in a circular motion over my clit, and I shatter.

“Come for me, Fiorellina.”

I cry out his name as I unravel in his hold. The orgasm crashes over me in a symphony of pleasure that I never want to escape from. Violent yet utterly beautiful.

His own release follows as his warmth spills inside me, his hold on me tightening as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.

He raises himself just enough to look into my eyes. His stormy-grey irises consume me whole as his hand presses flat against my chest, feeling the intense beat of my heart beneath his rough palm. “Mine,” his deep voice declares, with no room for second-guessing. He finds my palm and places it against his chest. “Yours.”

We hold on to one another for the rest of the night, never letting go unless it’s to bring pleasure to the other.

Our bodies forge as one.

Our hearts beat only for each other.

Chapter twenty-eight

Alex

“You’re taking too long,” Vin murmurs, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, his eyes boring holes into the top of my head as I study the chessboard before us. “I’m going to die from boredom.”

“Patience,” I say, my fingers lingering over each piece before settling on the bishop. I move it across the board, a grin working its way onto my face as I lean back in my seat.

Vin’s expression falters, his smirk dropping and his gaze darkening. Three moves and the game will be mine.

“Vaffanculo,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

I tsk. “Better luck next time, brother.”