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“Yeah,” I growled, kissing down the side of her face, my fingers plunging deeper, pushing her open. “Say it again, beautiful girl.”

“Silas,” she moaned again, her voice breaking on my name.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her temple.

Her ass pressed harder against my cock, writhing against me. I dragged my teeth along her jaw, biting down just hard enough to make her shiver.

“Sei così bella,” I muttered, fingers curling, dragging against that perfect spot inside her. “La mia ragazza perfetta… tutta mia.”

She moaned again, louder this time, body shaking against mine as she bucked into my fingers, chasing her pleasure.

“You feel so damn good.” My fingers quickened, my thumb grinding circles against her clit. “I could touch you like this forever.”

Her breath hitched, a shaky gasp spilling from her lips.

“I’m gonna come if you keep riding my fingers like that,” I warned, voice rough and uneven.

“Good,” she whispered. “I want it.”

She moved harder, faster, rocking her hips in desperate little rolls that dragged her ass tighter against my cock. The pressure was unbearable. I was going to fucking explode.

“Jesus,” I groaned, head tipping back against the pillow. “Let me feel you. Come for me. Show me what this pretty ass does when you lose control.”

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck—harder.”

I gave her everything. My fingers plunged deeper, curling just right, stroking that sweet spot inside her while my other hand worked her ass in perfect rhythm. The breath shattered out of her, hips rolling between my hands like she couldn’t decide which sensation to chase.

“Lilith,” I groaned, cock throbbing, grinding tight against her ass with every frantic movement. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come.”

“Do it,” she begged, breathless and breaking. “Come—please, please—”

Her back arched off my chest, mouth falling open in a soundless cry as her body clamped down on me. The grip of her ass and pussy squeezing my finger like a vice, so tight and overwhelming I forgot how to breathe.

I swore through gritted teeth, my fingers still driving inside her. Wetness gushed over my fingers, soaking my hand, her release pouring down her thighs, down my cock, over my balls as she sobbed out her pleasure.

“Good girl—give it to me—all of it—Gesù Cristo—” My hips bucked helplessly, come spilling into my boxers as I gasped against her shoulder.

For a second, the world blurred into heavy breaths and racing hearts, both of us trembling in the aftermath. I pulled my fingers from her and locked my arms around her body, holding her close like she might slip away if I let go.

I kissed her temple, lingering there, breathing her in like I could somehow pull her into my lungs and keep her there. My fingers smoothed over her stomach, slow and steady as the rhythm of her breathing started to calm.

“I’m gonna be here,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her hair. “I promise you.”

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

Ijolted awake, suckingin a sharp breath.

Fuck.How long had I been out?

The weight of sleep clung to me, my limbs sluggish as I pushed myself upright in the chair. My neck ached, stiff from the angle I’d been slumped at, and my fingers twitched against the desk as if trying to grasp onto the time I’d just lost.

The coffee was cold.

I still drank it, swallowing past the bitterness, letting the lukewarm liquid sit heavy in my stomach. It didn’t do shit to wake me up.

Rain hammered against the windows, relentless, the downpour rattling against the glass. The low hum of the storm filled the silence of my office, and my eyes burned as I scanned the proposal on my laptop screen, words blurring for half a second before snapping back into something clearer.

Come on. Focus.

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