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The long, drawn-out orgasm that I feel rolling up from my balls is going to be staggering, but I lock my legs and ass cheeks, warding it off, to keep from coming too soon.

I want this to last, and I always want to come with her.

No one has ever met be blow for blow, thrust for thrust.

No one’s ever fucked me like Isabella.

And for the first time in the broken, tortured years of my life, I think I’ve found someone I can show that shadowed, violent side to. My tastes are darker than anyone knows. I love it down here in the dark.

I want to bring Isabella there with me.

As always, she reads me like an open book. “Give itallto me Aless…” she yells, her teeth bared as I hammer into her, slapping her ass raw.

The damn ruptures, collapses, and I throw back my head, screaming my pleasure as I gush into her. Isabella screams with me, her own orgasm spasming her legs as I plunder her depths, her voice ragged, a wild beast unshackled.

I've lost all sense of time. My entire body locked on the edge of giving out.

That rush of slick hot liquid around my cock envelopes me, drowning us, rushing out around my balls down my legs. Sensations rocket up my back muscles, down my legs, shimmering like waves of light around me.

All I know is Isabella.

She’s all I want to know.

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ISABELLA

Staying drenched in our sex has become our routine.

And I absolutely love it.

Every second of the day is pure stimulation.

Whether we’re talking, cuddling on the couch, fucking, or playing a game; it’s captivating, consuming.

Like the outside world doesn't exist anymore.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I know it's foolish, hazardous. But I don't let myself go there. I don't let those thoughts intrude. All there is, is Alessandro and me and the passion between us.

“I think the blizzard may be slowing down a little bit.” Alessandra peeks through the curtains. “Hard to tell though. Everything's just…white. There must be ten feet of snow out there.”

“Come back to bed, Alessandro,” I croon, stretching in the morning chill.

“I will soon. Need to take care of a few things…”

“Like what?”

“Water. So much water. I’m getting dehydrated.”

“From what?” I tease.

His devilish grin makes my toes curl.

He’s so fucking sexy, stalking out of the room in nothing but loose pajama pants.

I lounge about for a while, dozing in and out of sleep when I realize Alessandro’s been gone a while.

“Hmm…maybe I should find something of my own to do,” I mumble, rising and wrapping myself in a fuzzy blanket. Shuffling to my room, I shower and dress in something other than a robe. It’s the first time I’ve worn any actual clothing in days.

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