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My fingers dove into his hair, and my hips moved to find the best angle to let his torture continue. He raised his head, and then his hands went under my ass. He lifted me.

“Get those legs on my shoulders,cariño.” His voice was guttural.

I did as he asked, and he ate me out like I was his favorite dessert. I began to mewl softly, calling his name and God’s as I felt the tightness inside spear into me.

“Come inside me,” I moaned.

“Not yet. Not done.” He turned his head and ran his lips along my thigh, and blew gently on my pussy. I began to shake with what was happening inside me.

I squirmed against him, wanting more and more and more. And he gave it to me. When I was on the edge, ready to fall, he raised his head.

“Marco,” I cried out. How could he stop?

He got on his knees and then lifted me onto his lap, sliding inside me.

The world stopped moving. I stopped breathing. Everything slowed down.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered and began to move in and out of me by controlling my movements and his. He pulled out and then sunk in, rasping my insides.

“Marco, damn it.”

“Yeah, baby, what do you want?”

“Harder,” I pleaded.

He pulled out of me, and before I could say anything, he yanked me onto my knees, turning me around.

He rammed into me while I balanced myself, hands on his headboard. “Fuck me hard, baby,” I whimpered.

He thrust deep and strong, making the bed squeak.

I moaned low when one hand mauled a breast and the other played with my clit.

I moved with him, meeting his thrusts, our bodies slapping against each other. And then it happened, almost in slow motion.

I came with such intensity that I shook from the onslaught.

When he emptied himself inside of me, he said, “Leah,cariño, I’ve never come this hard.”

CHAPTER 12

Marco

Iwoke up to a sliver of morning light streaming through my curtains and the soft sound of Leah’s breathing beside me. For a moment, I lay still, letting the quiet settle over me. Her hair was tousled on the pillow, her face peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen before.

I thought I’d feel awkward—maybe even panicked—waking up next to someone who wasn’t Camille. But instead, I felt...okay. More than okay. There was, inside me, a quiet sense of contentment. New and fresh. Clean.

This wasn’t the bed that Camille and I shared. That had been old and had needed to be replaced. This was brand new. But the rest of the master bedroom was the same. The same art. The same curtains. The same photographs.

Oddly enough, I didn’t feel guilty. I had expected to. But I felt safe in my decision.

Leah stirred, her blue eyes fluttering open. When she saw me, she smiled, hesitant at first, but her uncertainty melted when I smiled back.

“Good morning.” My voice was still rough with sleep.

“Good morning.”

For a moment, I looked at her, enjoyed her, and then dipped my mouth to kiss her. The hell with morning breath. The hell with all of it.

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