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The longing in his gaze is unmistakable, and it ratchets up my own desire until it’s nearly unbearable to stand still. Everything in me is ready to give myself completely to him.
“I love it when your cheeks turn red,” he whispers as he cups my face, pulling me closer to him once more.
He stuns me with his kiss. It’s hungry like mine, making me desperate for him.
I forget everything around me, everything in my life. Past and future don’t exist. Only this moment, right here, right now, matters. And for once, I matter too.
As that sinks in, I don’t notice him walking us backward until the back of my knees hits the bed. I tumble onto the soft mattress with a startled gasp that melts into a surprised giggle.
Teo laughs with me, the rich sound making me tingle all over. Standing in front of the bed, he lifts my right leg, his hand warm as it slides down my calf and slips off my heel. Next, he peels the stocking away slowly, the fabric gliding down my skin with a teasing touch.
He repeats the motion with my left leg, never breaking eye contact, his gaze holding me captive.
Stepping back, he pushes his shirt off his shoulders. Next are his trousers. He slowly unbuckles them and lets them fall to the floor.
Had I not been lying down, my knees might’ve buckled from the sheer visual pleasure of watching this show.
Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. Abs like chiseled marble. And those thighs. They looked like they could bend a metal rod like it was made of paper.
Talking about rods, my gaze catches on his black boxer briefs that are powerless to hide the large erection he’s sporting. My belly flutters with a fresh wave of heat.
Oh my.
I’m struck again by how big his penis is. Seriously, are they all like that?
Surely not. Just like the rest of him, this particular part of his anatomy must be unique to him.
“Fuck, I love the way you look at me,” Teo says, as he crawls onto the bed, covering my body with his.
Oh, I love his weight and hardness on top of me.
Teo’s fingers intertwine with mine as his lips claim me. He lifts our joined hands, pushing them up the bed, never breaking our kiss.
His thumb brushes over the ring finger of my right hand, the place where a wedding ring would live.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he says, his eyes bright and alive.
“Is that so you can make love to me?”
He chuckles but it comes out more like a groan.
“Don’t go there. It takes all of my strength to resist you right now.”
Being here like this with him, all I want is for him to take me, to completely own me and make me his, consequences be damned.
“Then don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Mariella
Teo growls, yes growls, before dropping his forehead onto mine.
“Dolce mia, we are going to do this the right way.” He brushes his lips over mine again in a kiss so tender, it curls my toes.
What does that mean?
Are we going to….
