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With a rough growl, he spun me around, lifted me off the ground, and settled my legs on his shoulders as he knelt. I scrambled to find something to hold. My hands clapped around his head. Soft hair, longer at the top, threaded through my fingers.

But there wasn’t time to discover his features.

His tongue spread my pussy.

Stars exploded through the dark.

This was better than any toy he’d gifted me. The wet, rough texture was glorious as it licked long, languid lines through my folds. A sound escaped me. If there had been any air in my lungs, it would have been a whimper.

He cursed in Italian. “You taste so fucking good.”

His hands steadied my waist, pinning me in place, as he set to work devouring me.

His technique was merciless. Alternating between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and focused, circling pressure on my clit, he built a rhythm that had me trembling within seconds. His hands gripped my body, holding me open for his mouth. The scrape of his skin against my inner thighs sent shivers racing through me.

I took a shaky inhale, not trusting myself to be quiet enough to breathe properly.

The rich scent of his cologne filled my nose. The overwhelming masculine presence made my blood hum. This was what it was like to be adored. He was going to consume me, and damn me, I would let him.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as the pleasure built in thick, insistent waves. My hips began to move of their own accord, rocking against his mouth, seeking more.

“That’s it,” he growled against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. “Take what you need.”

What I needed was everything. His tongue, his lips, the suction he applied that made my vision blur at the edges. This was a human connection made in the dark. The veil of mystery blurred the lines. I didn’t know him, but I knew him at the same time. This was the man who’d made it his mission to bring us holiday cheer. Tonight was a taste of the magic he’d created especially for me. The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter, a spring compressed to its limit, and I could feel that cresting wave that would break me apart.

“More—” The word came out broken, a plea.

I wished I knew his name. But he responded.

He doubled down. One hand left my waist to slide under my legs. Two fingers pushed inside me while his mouth stayed on my clit. The stretch and fullness of his fingers curling deep in my core, finding that spot that made my thighs tremble, combined with the relentless suction of his mouth.

“Madonna santa!”

“Why are you calling to a saint when it’s me between your legs?” His teeth scraped against my clit. “When you come, it’s my name you use.” He bit my clit, making me moan. “Got it?”

My voice shook. “I don’t know your name.”

“Call me Nico. San Nicola,” he rasped with another bite.

My body clenched tight, and a breathy whimper skated through my lips.

“Now fucking say my name.” His command was accompanied with his lips latching onto my clit.

He sucked. Hard. The sweet burst of pain and pleasure was too much.

I came with a cry that I barely recognized as my own voice. My body locked up. Every muscle was rigid as the orgasm ripped through me in pulses so intense they bordered on pain. The monster didn’t let up.

He worked me through it.

His fingers moved inside me. His tongue was persistent, drawing out every last aftershock. It left me shuddering. I struggled to find my next breath. My legs were shaking too badly to hold me up.

Finally, just when I was about to cry from the intensity, he pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I stared down at his shadowed face, breathing hard. While I couldn’t make out his features well enough to recognize him, I felt the expression on his face. It was pure, predatory satisfaction. He’d brought me to my knees without ever leaving his.

“You’re doomed.”

I shook my head, unable to process his words. “Excuse me?”

He leaned forward and laid a scandalous kiss on my pussy. “I will never get your taste out of my head.”