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I fly apart.

The world splinters and fits itself back together with him as the axis.

Ermanno Mancini kidnapped me, broke my defenses, and stole my heart, and for as long as he wants me, I’m his.

Even if it means he won’t keep me forever.

Chapter 12

Ermanno Mancini

As mesmerizing as herbreasts are as they jiggle, her face steals all my attention as her pussy clamps around my cock. I can’t breathe. She’s too tight. Pride overflows my chest as she launches into an orgasm the moment I spear into her.

Countless emotions play over her stunning features. She pushes against me even as her body sucks me in.

On the verge of spilling my load much too soon, I lean forward, wrap my hand around her throat, and grab her breast.

“Gouge those claws into my flesh,gattina. Hang on tight. This won’t be gentle,” I snarl.

She heaves and shakes her head as her orgasm finally abates.

I pull back and pound into her again and again, setting a brutal rhythm as liquid fire gathers at the base of my spine. Engrossed in the torturous bliss written on her face, I bury myself balls deep, knead her breast, pinch her nipple, and skim my fingers down her torso to her clit. Slick and hard despite already having multiple orgasms, her sensitive bundle of nerves begs for another release. I stroke directly over the nub and enjoy her gasping and writhing as I resume thrusting into her. She gouges my chest and back with her nails and digs her heels into my ass, both pulling me closer and pushing me away.

I change the angle of my hips and surge into her. She stiffens. I growl and thumb her clit as I drag my flange along her G-spot and hit the tight barrier of her womb with my tip on every thrust.

She closes her eyes, opens her mouth on a silent scream, and combusts. Slick gushes from her and soaks my shorts as her pussy contracts around me, squeezing my cock so hard stars burst through my vision. My rhythm falters. I shorten my thrusts, remaining deep inside her and bottoming out so hard her breasts bounce with every mini thrust. I snarl as magma erupts from my balls and sears the inside of my shaft, and I cum in long, rapturous waves as she squirts and squeezes and steals the soul from my chest.

It’s too much. She’s too perfect. It hurts so fucking good.

I lean down and take her mouth, needing to invade and rule every inch of her as I spurt my release deep inside her pussy. With my hand wedged between us and her clit pulsing under my fingertips, I kiss her with every ounce of passion pouring from me, but I pull back before my orgasm ends.

When her muscles finally relax, I groan and nip her bottom lip as her insides flutter around me.

“Mio Dio, you’re trying to squeeze the life out of me, aren’t you,gattina?” I murmur against her mouth.

Her ragged breaths warm my face. She digs her nails into my back and pulls me tighter to her.

Alarm spears through me when she buries her face against my shoulder and sobs.

I release her throat and slip my hand into her hair, but she shakes her head and clings tighter to me.

“Just give me a minute,” she says between sobs. “Please, I just need…”

Her entire body jerks from the force of her outburst, shifting my cock inside her tight, wet heat. I cup the back of her head and hold her to me as I relax my other hand and inch it away fromher clit. If she clamps around my cock again, I might die. I’d die the luckiest man on earth, but I haven’t had nearly enough time to pamper and worship her.

She digs her heels into my ass and embraces me with her entire body.

No one has ever hugged me so completely before. Rightness settles over me. I wish the moment could last for eternity, but she finds her composure and loosens her grip. With a few sniffles and annoyed swipes of her hand—which has blood caked under the fingernails from gouging my back—she clears her face of tears and relaxes, leaning into my hand cupping the back of her head.

The tightness of her brow fills me with concern.

“Did I hurt you?”

My gruff rumble sounds more like a feral growl than a human voice.

She shakes her head.

I pull my arm out from between our bodies and lift my hand to frame her face but pause before I touch her. Pink smears on my digits curdle my stomach. I twist my wrist and check the pads of my fingertips. The streaks of light red don’t amount to much blood, but no man with an ounce of honor would hurt his woman in such an intimate way.

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