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He had never wanted anything, any woman, as he wanted Emily

He was aher, and he took herinside him from the first moment

She made a little sound

Protest? Dio!

Despite what he ho he was, he had never taken a woo, if he had to stop kissing her…

It wasn’t a whisper of protest

It was a sweet, soft cry of need and he groaned, took her face in his hands and changed the angle of the kiss, took it deep, deeper until the taste of her flooded his senses

She slid her hands under his jacket, felt the thunder of his heart against her palms

He wrapped his arainst him

She gasped at the feel of his erection pressing against her

He told hi too fast Much too fast He had to slow things down

But how could he?

Her tongue slid against his Her hips rocked against his Her arms locked around his neck; her head fell back and he buried his mouth in the hollow of her throat, tasted the dampness of her skin, felt the throb of her pulse beneath his lips

“Cara,” he said, his voice low, hot, dangerous “Cara mia, wait”

She stiffened in his arms “Don’t you want this? Oh God, Marco, I didn’t—”