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Her eyes smouldered, and she trailed a finger down my chest before cradling my member in her hand. ‘The one man who’s given me the greatest mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.’

‘Smart ass. You know what I want you to say.’

‘Pushy much, Calibrese?’

‘You don’t know the half of it,’ I growled. ‘I’m driven, jealous and possessive. I have to know I’m not wasting my time with you.’

The air between us electrified.

I held my breath.

Until she reached out and clasped my chin. ‘Lorenzo, you are not wasting your time with me. Every moment with you has been some of the most precious I’ve spent with any man. So there’s that. I just need time to navigate my heart.’

I nodded. ‘That’s all I ask for, bella.’

‘Meanwhile, let’s be each other’s booty call,’ she teased.

‘No amore mio, you’re my woman. Sei la mia anima gemella.’

‘What does it mean?’ she whispered.

My soulmate, my lifemate, my everything.

I wanted to translate this to her, but it’d be too much, too soon for her.

‘I’ll share in good time, baby,’ I murmured instead.

She smiled as I kissed her, her hands stroking up my chest. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into the pillow, sated, coursing and thrumming from my high.

A few minutes later, she ran her fingers over my jaw with a light flutter. ‘Lorenzo?’

‘Yes?’

‘I love your name,’ she whispered. ‘It’s so sensual.’

‘Mia cara, yours pierces my soul, makes my heart sing,’ I rasped, unable to wrest my eyes open. ‘But now I am done, amore, please let me rest. You’ve worked me hard.’

‘Get all the sleep you can, lover. You’re going to need it.’

I chuckled at her tease, then gave in to the sweet pull of blissful slumber.

Chapter 16

MIA

Iwoke to bliss.

To a warmth and sensual deliciousness of a tongue working over my nipple, sucking and teasing it into a heated cavity.

I moaned and writhed as a hand cupped my other breast and fondled, stroked and plumped, sending delicious thrills straight to my pussy.

My eyes fluttered open, finding Lorenzo’s intoxicating gaze locked onto mine. Looming over me, his face flushed, hair dishevelled, and a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he’d never appeared more seductive.

‘Buongiornio, bella,’ he whispered, suckling, his fingers wandering my body.

‘Morning?’ I repeated, trying to process the time, my senses lost to desire.

Our bodies were tangled together, his hardness pressing against my thigh, throbbing, scorching.

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