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“Please,” she mewled.

“Don’t rush me, Chiara.” I repositioned my body so I was on my stomach, then put her legs over my shoulders, one at a time.

“Grit—”

“When we’re like this, I’m Drake,” I said, blowing on her clit before dragging my tongue where my fingers had just been. I licked and sucked, bringing her to the brink but pulling back when I felt her body tense. “The first time you come, it will be with me inside you,” I said when she pleaded with me to let her.

I reached for the condom and tore open the packet. “Watch me,” I told her as I rolled it on my length. Before slowly entering her, I coated my fingers in her wetness and slid them inside her. When I was sure she was ready, I replaced them with just the tip of my hardness, giving her body time to adjust to me. Chiara’s eyes never left mine as I eased farther in, then stopped again.

“More,” she begged.

“I’ll give you more when you’re ready. Not before. If you think this is easy for me, you’re wrong. I want to be as deep inside you as I can be, but not until I’m certain I won’t hurt you.”

“Waiting hurts,” she said, sticking her bottom lip out just enough for me to take it between my teeth. She softened again, and this time, I pushed until all of me was engulfed in her pussy.

I moved slowly, building our rhythm. Our mouths fused like our bodies were. This time when she clenched, I reached between our bodies, fingering her clit.

“Drake!” she cried out, eyes wide as a flush spread over her bare skin. I increased the pace of my thrusts, bringing her to another orgasm, knowing I’d coax a third from her before I gave in to my own pleasure. When she began moving her hips, matching my urgency, forcing me deeper, I let myself go, watching as Chiara came along with me.

The morning lightfiltered through gauzy curtains, waking me gradually. For a moment, I couldn’t place where I was. Then I felt Lumi’s weight against my chest, her steady breathing warm on my skin.

The memories of the night before flooded back—her soft gasps, the way she’d called my name, how perfectly we’d fit together. I’d been with women before, but nothing prepared me for the intensity of the connection I felt with her.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile spread across her face when she saw me watching her.

“Morning,” she murmured, stretching like a cat against me.

“Good morning.” I brushed her hair from her face, marveling at how beautiful she looked with sleep still clinging to her features—softer yet sated.

“What time is it?” she asked, burrowing deeper against me.

“Early.” I pulled her closer. “We don’t need to be anywhere yet.”

Her head rested on my chest with a contented sigh. “Good.”

I traced patterns on her bare shoulder, memorizing the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. “Any regrets?”

She raised her face to look at me. “Not a single one.” Her expression grew serious. “You?”

“Only that we waited this long,” I admitted.

Her smile returned as she leaned down to kiss me. “We have time to make up for it.”

The kiss deepened quickly, reigniting the fire between us. My hands slid down her back, pulling her fully against me as she moved to straddle my waist.

“Again?” she teased.

“Problem with that?” I asked, reaching for another condom, hoping we still had at least one left after the number we’d used throughout the night.

“Not even slightly.”

Afterward, we lay tangled together, her head on my chest and my arms around her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this peaceful.

“We should get up,” she said eventually, though she made no move to leave the bed. “Mom’s flight.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Five more minutes.”

She chuckled. “That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

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