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He let out a low growl, his hands moving to help me. He pulled me to him, his skin hot and firm against mine, and I let out a soft sigh, my hands moving over his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath my touch, his erect cock against my hip.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice rough, his breath hot on my neck. “How hard you make me?”

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat, unable to speak. I could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his desire, and it sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me.

He kissed me again, hard and possessive, his hands moving down to grip my thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them. I could feel the heat of him, the raw desire that burned in his eyes, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

His fingers trailed down to the hem of my dress, sliding the fabric up slowly, deliberately, teasing me with each inch. I could feel the cool air on my skin, mixing with the heat of his touch, and my breath quickened, my body aching for more.

“Please…” I begged. My core pulsed with desire, and it took everything in me to stay still when all I wanted was to fall apart on his cock.

He grinned against my lips, a dark, satisfied smile. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving higher, gripping my hips.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot. “I want you.” His voice was thick with desire. “Right here. Right now.”

“Then fuck me. Fuck your needy little fuck toy,” I replied in a breathless whisper.

In one swift motion, he pulled my dress up past my hips, exposing me completely. I gasped, feeling a rush of excitement, my skin prickling with anticipation.

His hands slid down my body, rough and insistent, and I gasped as he cupped my pussy, his touch sending a shock of pleasure through me.

“Do you feel how wet you are,bella?” he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl. “How much this sweet little pussy needs to be fucked?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I feel it… I need you… please…”

He chuckled softly, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I love it when you beg for me,” he said against my throat.

I felt his hands slide beneath me, lifting me slightly as he positioned himself between my thighs. His eyes locked on mine, dark and intense and full of promise, and he leaned down to kiss me again, his lips rough, desperate.

“You belong to me,” he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with a dark, possessive edge. “Now… and forever.”

And then he took me, driving his cock deep inside me. He didn’t start off gentle or slow. His body moved against mine with a fierce, primal rhythm, his hands gripping me tight, holding me close as he sank into me over and over again. I cried out, my fingers digging into his back, my body arching into his as he claimed me, his mouth devouring mine, his breath hot and heavy, his cock filling me completely.

And I knew, in that moment, that there was no going back. I was his, and he was mine, and nothing would ever come between us.

Not Raffaele. Not this world.

Nothing.

CHAPTER 23

One week later

Sofia

Itook a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back. Pressing my fingers to my stomach, I tried to tell myself that I could do this.

That I would do this.

I’d just arrived at the café where Raffaele had asked me to meet him. It was a small, unassuming place on a quiet street in the old part of town.

I walked inside, and my heels clicked against the tiled floor as I moved past the few scattered tables. The air smelled of strong coffee and fresh pastries. Raffaele was already there, sitting at a table in the corner, a small, polite smile on his lips. Again, he reminded me of a coiled snake, watching, waiting to strike.

“Sofia,” he greeted, standing as I approached. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“I’m glad you asked,” I replied, smiling back, though I kept it subdued, controlled. I needed to make him believe I was curious, maybe even a little conflicted about what I was doing here.

He gestured for me to sit, and I took the chair across from him. He watched me carefully, his eyes sharp, calculating. I could feel him assessing my every movement, every shift in my expression, trying to get a read on me. I cocked my head and looked back at him just as boldly.

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