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Better than right.

Perfect.

I savored every grunt, every growl, as I did my best to swallow more and more of him. His fingers gripping into my shoulder only urged me on. Made me want to please him more. Made me wonder what it would be like to bring him to orgasm with just my mouth and if I could handle the force of his load bursting down my throat.

Just the thought was enough to make me wet enough to soak through the new panties he’d bought.

But before I could get anywhere close to that dirty fantasy, Gabriel lifted me up off the floor and tossed me down on the bed.

“Not yet, dolcezza,” he rasped as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked. “What does it mean?”

“Sweetness,” he answered, grabbing my thong and nearly ripping it off my legs.

“But I’m not sweet.”

“Oh, yes, you are,” he said before lowering his head between my legs and drawing his tongue with maddening slowness from the bottom of my pussy to the top of my clit. “Yes, you fucking are.”

My head fell back. My eyes closed. And sensation took over.

Unlike me, Gabriel knew exactly what he was doing. Every quick flick, every long, drawn-out swipe, was absolute perfection. My legs began to shake as he lapped at my clit, sending little electric pulses through me until I couldn’t think anymore.

And when he pressed a single finger inside me, crooking it so it played against the most sensitive spot in my cunt, I broke apart completely. I bucked and shook and cried out in pure ecstasy as I came all over his face.

After that, I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but Gabriel had other plans.

Pushing himself up, he angled his hips where his head had been. Already primed from one earth-shattering orgasm, I was already moaning and clutching at his shoulders as the tip of his cock pressed against my opening. As he pushed forward, I tilted my hips, meeting him halfway.

A roar sounded as he plunged inside me.

His roar.

The sense of fullness was almost too much—so intense that I had trouble catching my breath as he pulled out. And before I could recover, he was back again.

On and on it went. Again and again. Over and over. Until my legs were weak from shaking and my arms sore from gripping him so tight.

I lost count of how many times I came. Lost track of time. Lost all sense of where I ended and he began.

But just as I began to think I would collapse from exhaustion, Gabriel’s hold on me tightened. I felt him stiffen in my arms, felt his cock surge inside me. When he shot off, he held me closer and tighter than any man ever had.

And he didn’t let me go.

Not then or after.

Without taking his arms away from me for even a second, he simply rolled to the side before tossing the sheet over our naked, trembling bodies and held me close after what had to be the single longest day of my life.

Chapter Sixteen

GABRIEL

“Buongiorno, Mr. Gabriel,” Letizia called out from the stove the moment I set foot inside the kitchen.

Good morning indeed—one of the best I’d had in weeks. At the very least, since before my uncle’s betrayal and death. Or long before that, if I was being honest with myself.

And not just because the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cornetti filled the kitchen.

Last night with Liv had been nothing short of amazing, and after waking up with her still wrapped up in my arms, I’d been tempted to linger a while in bed. But it was already past eight o’clock—long past the time my day usually started, even after a night out.