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My mouth runs dry.

My own sundress sticks to me as a flush of achingwantthrobs through my body.

Then I’m on my feet.

Something takes over me that I can’t control.

I don’t want to control it.

I reach Raffaele in four steps and lift one leg over his knee. Then I slide into his lap and place one hand on his broad chest. His skin is burning to the touch and his heart beats powerfully under my palm.

“Adelina?” He arches one brow.

Our eyes meet. “Fuck me.”

The nightly sounds of nature are swallowed by the crash of Raffaele sending all the bottles and plates smashing to the floor as he sweeps the table clear with one arm and uses the other to toss me down on it.

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RAFFAELE

Her silky dress pools around her waist as I shove between her legs and shove her down onto the table with as much strength as I dare. Her cheeks flush crimson and her eyes, previously as blue as the nearby ocean, turn black with desire.

My heart pounds.

My cock hardens the second she wraps her legs around my waist and tightens them, drawing me so close that the heat radiating from her pussy soaks straight through the thin fabric of my pants.

Who am I to deny such a request?

Who am I to resist when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen pours into my lap with such a demand?

Leaning over her, I plant one hand on the table beside her head and claim her mouth in a deep, biting kiss. She gasps and arches her back off the table, arching like the curve of a bow and pressing her breasts up against my bare chest.

Every touch is electric. Heat sears against my skin where her hands clutch at my shoulders and graze down my arms. Sherocks down against my hard cock, and a needy smile spreads across her lips.

“What are you waiting for?”

Should I do this?

Given what she’s been through, would it be right to entertain her or better to deny her?

Rejecting her when she’s making such a bold choice would surely do more harm than good.

And I don’t want to reject her.

I want her.

I want to feel her against me.

I want to hear all the sounds I can draw from her. I want to watch the exact moment I nudge her over the edge into orgasm and watch as she falls apart because of me.

So I kiss her again. Cradling her face, I caress her chin with my thumb and deepen the kiss by thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her hands graze down to my waist where her nails dig into the softer flesh there, then she pushes insistently at the hem of my pants.

“Tell me,” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me again what you want.”

Adelina moans softly, a sweet sound bubbling at the back of her throat. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Again.” I kiss her deeper.

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