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“I need you to move,” I begged.

Cassio eased out and then entered me again. He repeated the process until the pressure finally turned into pleasure. “I can’t go slow.”

“Then don’t.” I moved my hips upward as I started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

Cassio pushed into me repeatedly, increasing the speed with each thrust. My nails kept digging into his skin. I gripped his hair and bit his shoulder, anything to tether me to this moment because I was slowly losing all sense of myself.

I was combusting from within. Burning. “You feel so good, Principessa. So, fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Couldn’t, even if I fucking wanted to.” He thrust in deep, hitting my G-spot.

I cried out as it hit me suddenly, so hard, I saw stars. I had never felt anything like that. Never. “Oh, God.”

“God is not here, Francesca.” He bit my neck. “I’m the one doing this to you.”

“Cassio,” I moaned his name.

“Good girl.” Cassio’s lips tickled my ear. “Do you think you can take more?”

I must have nodded because he flipped me over, my stomach pressed against his sheets. Cassio entered me again from behind and started pounding into me. I screamed his name into the pillow.

“No, Francesca.” He stopped. “I want to hear it.” He pulled the pillow from me. “Who’s fucking you?” he whispered against my ear. “Who, Francesca?”

“You,” I shouted. “You!” I screamed as he hit that delicious spot again.

Cassio went on and on, tirelessly, until I felt my third orgasm coming. “I c-can’t.” It was too much; I was too hyper-sensitive.

“Yes, you can, and you will.” He reached under me and flicked my clit. “Fuck, I can feel it.” He leaned down and kissed my back. His hand gripped my hips, and he flipped me again. “Open your eyes, want to watch you come all over me.” He ordered.

“I…can’t.”

“It’s an order, Francesca.” He was panting harder, too, and I knew Cassio was close.

I shouted his name as my orgasm hit me, probably waking up the entire building.

He pumped a few times into me and then I heard him groaning loudly as he reached his climax, spilling into me. Cassio fell sideways, keeping himself from suffocating me. The loss of him made me feel cold, but I was so spent, I had no strength left to move. He did instead, wrapping an arm around me, and pulling me flush against him. That’s how I fell into oblivion wrapped by his strong, protecting arms.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

20

CASSIO

Isat on the sofa trying to read the files on my phone. I couldn’t sleep, and I knew there was not a chance in the world that I was going to get any work done. Not when there was a woman in my room, in my bed, in my private space. Not just any woman, but Francesca Manci, the girl I used to date. The one I had planned on spending the rest of my life with.

I had never brought any woman to my place; this was my sanctuary and twice already Francesca had stayed here. I didn’t know how to react. The strange thing was it didn’t bother me like I thought it would.

Thank you.

Her sweet words echoed in my head. Fucking her was a gift, not a task. Did she not understand how much I had wanted to? How long I had waited for this moment? A part of me had tried to stay away. Francesca was no longer mine, but thinking about her with anyone else gave me indigestion.

Thank you.

As if pleasuring her had been a hardship.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I made a vow four years ago; this wasn’t supposed to happen. I should have refused her, Francesca was off limits, but I couldn’t. She was fucking promised to another man…again. But no sane man could refuse Francesca, least of all me. Apparently, I had lost all sanity because the moment she walked into my room, there was no way she was ever getting out.

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