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He descended, hovering over me on his forearms, and ran his tongue up the length of my neck, bringing his mouth to my ear. “I’ve never done this,” he whispered and pinched my earlobe between his teeth. “In all my years, I’ve never fed while making love.” He lifted his head, took my chin in his hand, and turned my face to look into my eyes. “You are the first. And the last. The only. La mia bellissima Anna.”

The slow way he inched his thick cock into my wet heat was delicious agony. My walls gripped him, tightening, pulling, as hungry for him as he was for my neck. He pressed forward until he was fully seated, and his hard length stretched me to the exquisite edge of pain.

He turned my head to the side and licked me from collarbone to ear.

“I love you,” he whispered and plunged his fangs into my neck.

A guttural sound emerged from deep within his body, a primal rumble that held almost a century’s worth of longing and expectation. I gasped at the intensity of its rawness and the overwhelming sensation of him penetrating my body, my blood, and my soul. I twined my fingers behind his head and held him in place, just for a moment. A moment neither of us had shared or ever would share with another soul, a moment that was perfectly and singularly ours, a moment I never wanted to end.

He moved his hips, slowly and sensually, burying himself inside me and drinking my blood as he eased back. The feel of his cock in my pussy and his fangs in my neck brought me to heights of ecstasy I’d never imagined. Pleasure became my world, and I wanted to lose myself to its sultry embrace.

His hips stilled, and he lifted his head, licking my wounds and his lips. He propped himself up on his elbows and held my face between his hands, running his thumbs along my cheekbones, wonder and tears alive in his crimson gaze. “You taste divine.” The rim around his dilated pupils flared like the sun, and his hips moved again, gently and lovingly, while he stared into my eyes.

His thrusts became more urgent, and he lifted himself to his hands. “I need to fuck you,” he growled.

I laughed, threw my arms overhead, and arched my back, offering him my breasts. He pulled one of my nipples between his teeth and started pumping himself in and out of me in fast, steady strokes.

The beginnings of another orgasm danced along my spine, the venom in my veins fueling the sensation of Marco’s thick cock moving inside me. He pressed up onto his knees and pulled my hips off the bed, pistoning his faster and harder.

My breasts bounced with each thrust. I took them in my hands, massaging them and squeezing my nipples. Marco groaned and shivered, his reaction spiking my pleasure. I repositioned my hands and pushed my breasts up and together, serving my nipples to him like a feast.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned and dropped my hips to the bed. His mouth crashed into my left breast, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. His hips slowed, and the base of his cock stroked the top of my pussy and tickled my clit, driving me to the edge.

A sharp pain stabbed my breast and sent hot, erotic fire straight to my nipple. Marco growled, a hum of animalistic pleasure. His venom spread fast and furious and drove me to physical ecstasy. My arms fell to my sides and the tension in my legs released as Marco drew my orgasm out with each rock of his hips. My breathy cries echoed through the penthouse, each pulse of pleasure amplified by the venom in my veins.

He freed my breast and propped himself up onto his forearms, the muscles in his neck taut with his imminent release. My blood smeared his bottom lip. He licked it away, and with that last drop, his orgasm took control. He grunted, loud and harsh, and his hips stilled, his cock jerking inside me. My walls clenched around him, greedy for every drop of his pleasure as we stared into each other’s eyes, panting through the final pulses and twitches of our shared bliss.

He lowered his lips to mine and with passionate sweeps of his tongue told me more with a kiss than words could convey. He relaxed, pulling himself out of my body, and lay next to me, burying his face in my hair. I trailed my fingers down his sweaty spine, and he shivered.

Liberated-Anna was finally whole, her awakening complete, and she’d found her salvation in a man who’d been searching for his own.

“Amore mio.” He kissed my neck. “La mia Anna.” He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. “You were worth the wait.”

ChapterThirty-One

Anna

Two Weeks Later

Jeff sat at a table near the entrance of Scholar’s Café staring at his phone in one hand and holding a cup of coffee in the other. It seemed like just yesterday we’d sat at that same table and he’d offered me the job with Cambridge Management Group to test the waters of working in the real world. A lot had changed since that fate-filled meeting.

“Hey, sweaty,” he said.

I grabbed a napkin off the table and blew my runny nose. “Hey, yourself,” I said and plopped into the chair across from him. I picked up one of the two glasses of ice water and drained it.

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Please.”

He flagged down one of the waiters while I removed my hat and gloves and unzipped my windbreaker.

“How was your run?”

I’d followed the same course I always did, running along the Charles River from Harvard to East Cambridge. But when I’d reached the domed and columned entrance to MIT at Killian Court, I’d stopped. That’s where I’d stood on stage for commencement, adorned in my regalia and an ear-to-ear smile, my parents waving to me from the audience.

MIT had been the epicenter of my life and career for over twenty years—learning, studying, teaching, growing—and the debt of gratitude I owed it had made my throat constrict. But it was time to move on. Our marriage had come to an end, and the divorce was bittersweet.

“Good,” I said with a resigned smile. “It was good.”

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