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She feels so goddamn good. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m certain she was made for me.

I lean forward and take one of her nipples between my teeth, loving the loud scream she lets loose. I grunt and move to the other, biting down then soothing the sting with my lips and tongue.

I can feel her walls clenching around me, and it takes everything in me not to go off before she does.

“That’s my dirty girl. You can do it,” I praise.

“Are you going to fill me up?” she rasps, rocking her hips at the perfect pace.

Do. Not. Come. Dammit.

“I always will, dolcezza. Seeing my cum drip out of you is one of my favorite sights on this planet. Come for me. Let me fill that cunt,” I pant, breathless as she takes us both higher and higher toward that peak.

All it takes is a graze of my teeth on her nipples, and she’s exploding, her cunt tightening around my cock as she convulses and screams my name. I erupt at the same time, jerking forward as my cum fills her while I shout her name just as viscerally.

We remain still for a moment, attempting to even our breaths while our heart rates settle. My hands are roaming up and down her back gently, while hers play with the tuft of hair at the back of my neck.

I kiss her neck softly, inhaling her peach and floral scent as I make my way to her lips. Jasmine moans quietly against my lips, the vibration thrumming throughout my entire body.

Breaking the kiss, Jasmine lifts up, hovering over me as my cum leaks out of her. Her neck is craned, looking down at it with a frown on her lips.

My fingers collect it from her thigh up to her center, where I push it back inside of her. “That better, dolcezza?”

“Yes,” she hisses, biting down on her lower lip as she hovers over me.

“Sei il mio mondo,” I whisper while pumping into her with two fingers, getting her ready for round two. Because I was nowhere close to being done with her.

“What does”—her moan cuts her off briefly, then she continues—“does that mean?”

I sit up and press a kiss to her hip bone, peering up at her with admiration. “You are my world.”

A tear strolls down her cheek, a wide smile on her face at the same time. “I love you, so damn much.”

Her words set me on fire, fueling my blood with a feeling like no other. She’s my present, future, and forever. While I can’t wait for what’s to come, I’m going to spend every second appreciating this beautiful woman who came into my life and changed everything for me.

I no longer need to look for the next challenge, the next thing because I finally feel sated.

I’m exactly where I need to be for once.

Chapter 45

Jasmine

I’ve never been one to care for Valentine’s Day. In fact, we missed the holiday due to midterms and the hockey season, but Elio sent me a bouquet of the books I’ve been wanting along with some chocolates, and it was perfect.

He’s perfect.

But since we missed spending the day together, Elio insisted that we celebrate it today. It’s random as hell, since it’s March 18, but I’m going along with it to make him happy.

I woke up early this morning to make heart-shaped waffles for Elio and planned on delivering them to him in bed. But he sort of derailed those plans.

I didn’t even hear him enter the kitchen while I was bent over looking for a pan in a lower drawer. Then suddenly, I felt his tip prodding at my entrance.

Over the past few months, I’ve learned about what I like sexually, and this is one of those things. I love when he fucks me by surprise, pushing into me whenever and wherever around the house.

I shiver and moan, instantly wet and ready for him. Once he feels it, he slams into me and bends me over the counter as he starts off our make-up Valentine’s Day the right way.

We end up eating our waffles together at the counter, me on his lap while he feeds me. Sometimes I can’t believe who I am now. Who is this sappy, romantic girl who wants to be taken care of all the time?

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