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My words affect him.

Thank God!

They have him releasing a slow, shuddery breath before, finally, he brings his mouth to mine.

The sounds of our breathing are loud in the otherwise silent room. Noises from the Eternal City drift in, but they can’t break this moment.

Nothing could.

His heat surrounds me, triggering beads of sweat to dot my temples. He’s warmth. Spice. Alive. Mine. The words ricochet around my skull like a bullet gone wide.

But it’s his eyes that torment me.

He’s staring at me with such wonder, such promise, such hope that any fear this will end prematurely fades.

This is reciprocal.

This madness. This need. This passion.

He feels it too.

I could sob, but I don’t.

Instead, I just Watch him.

For the first time in my life, it’s selfish.

“Savio,” I whisper, his name an invocation. My salvation. My revelation.

A soft groan rumbles from him, but then he bridges the gap.

He’s hesitant at first, but so am I. I’ve never been kissed. Never made love. Never done anything. This is all my firsts going down at once, and he’s gentle with me, like he knows that too. Maybe I’m a shit kisser. Maybe I’m?—

His tongue thrusts between my lips, and all thoughts escape me. I let him take charge, but he coaxes me into kissing him back.

It’s awkward andwet. It steals my breath and is hot and…everything.

He’s everything.

Just like I always knew he would be.

I rock my hips up, loving the feel of his dick rubbing against my softness, and then he retreats so that he can press kisses to my cheekbone, down my chin, to my throat, and to my ear.

My nails dig into his sides, not clawing at him, just holding him in place.

As he nibbles my earlobe, he mutters, “I need to move,gioiamia.”

The endearment settles in my soul.

His joy.

Then, he breaks me.

“I need you not to make any noise, Andrea.”

Comprehension strikes, and it’s like a hammer blow.

The women.

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