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Marco stood behind her, holding her, still fully dressed She could feel the faint roughness of his jacket His trousers She could feel his erection, hard and dehs

Everything about theso little and he earing so ainst her…

She began to tremble

“Do you like me to do this?” he whispered, his lips at her ear, the warainst her skin “To touch you like this, inamorata?”

His hands cupped her breasts again There was nothing to separate her warm skin from his caress His thumbs moved over her nipples, the sensation sharp and exquisite Could she cohtly in the nape of her neck?

“Marco,” she sobbed, “oh God, Marco…”

What she needed, what he could give her, was in her voice Marco clasped her shoulders Turned her to him

And felt a punch of hunger that almost stole away his breath

She was beautiful More than beautiful

The fall of cara up at hih a curtain of spiky dark lashes Her lush mouth, swollen from his kisses The ripe breasts tipped by pale pink nipples The slender waist, flat belly and long, long legs

And yet, most beautiful all was the expression on her face

Need Desire Passion For him Only for him

Marco, theher to the floor, parting her thighs and eain and again until she was beyond thought, beyond reason, beyond anything but wanting him and his possession

No

He wanted to give her more