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An unspoken understanding passes between us in this moment that feels like a continuation of the last in a lot of ways.

It feels so... inevitable.

Of all the reasons I know this is wrong, and all the reasons I know this shouldn't be happening, it feels too right to care about any of them.

Maybe I’ll care come morning. Scratch that, I know I will, but right now, I don't give a flying fuck. I just know I want him—need him—and he's here.

That's enough.

Until it isn't. Until the desire for everything he has to give wells up within me, becoming overwhelming and demanding in its force, and I dig my fingers into his hair and buck beneath him for more.

He's happy to indulge my demands. He kisses me harder, deeper, and starts grinding against me, his cock sliding in and out of me. The sweet friction of our bodies pressed together is driving me wild with need, and all I can do is ride through it one moment, one second, at a time.

"Lorenzo," I breathe against my better judgment. Somehow, on some deep, instinctive level, I'm convinced that saying his name gives him power. Like summoning a demon.

An incubus, as the case may be.

He gives me a knowing look and drives deeper into me, pinning my hands on the bed on either side of me. He's breathless, too, though not quite as much as I am.

Sweat beads on his skin as he fucks me, harder and faster, his hands tightening around my wrists. His nails dig in until there's pain, and I squirm because I want that just as much. The pain is a reminder that he's here with me. That he's mine, even if it's only right now. Even if it's only a fairy tale.

I find myself hoping his nails leave marks that will last so much longer than this perfect moment can.

"You feel so amazing," he says in a rough voice that makes me shiver. That little movement in turn intensifies the fire in his gaze, and he thrusts into me even harder. "God, I missed you."

There's something intimate in those words. Something vulnerable. It's the first time I've truly seen this side of him, the one he keeps locked away so securely beneath all the charm and intimidation and cockiness. Those things are real enough, and he possesses them in droves, but there's something softer, too. Something human.

It makes me feel even closer to him than the intimacy of the physical act, and the sensations and emotions all blend into each other, becoming this compounding, overwhelming thing to contend with.

Fuck, why can't it always be this way? Why can't I have him like this, mine, forever?

Oh, right. Because he's him and I'm me.

Because we're fire and ice, Romeo and Juliet, two contrasting, contradictory things that can't be together without tearing everything else apart.

When he holds me like this, though, whispering my name so softly in a voice full of adoration and longing that matches my own, it's so easy to pretend.

So easy to let myself believe he's feeling it, too.

ChapterThirty-Six

LORENZO

Ican't believe this is happening. I'm actually fucking Amelia, something I was starting to think I was only going to get to experience in my dreams and relived fantasies.

It's even better than I remembered.

Having her beneath me, moaning softly in ecstasy, is all it takes to make me forget just about everything, including my own name. Certainly all the reasons this is not a good idea.

For a long time, I wanted to believe that my interest was just motivated by the fact that I wanted what I couldn't have, and Amelia was the one thing beyond my once infinite reach. Now I know there's more to it than that.

She's all smooth, velvety skin, soft curves, and perfection. Seeing her eyes glazed with pleasure brings me more satisfaction than the physical sensations themselves.

Of course, there are plenty of those to be had as well.

I drive deeper into her, my fingertips groping her soft flesh. As fiercely as I want her, I want to savor the moment more, especially when her breathing grows shallow as she approaches climax.

"Lorenzo," she pants. The sound of my name on her lips is intoxicating, as much as her alluring scent and beauty.

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