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Marco’s grip on her wrists tightened He kissed her, hison hers She returned his kiss with the desperation of a woive

When he drew back, she sobbed his name

“Open your eyes,” he said roughly “Look at me”

Slowly, she did as he’d commanded Her heart turned over

She saw his beautiful face, hard-edged with passion; his eyes, opaque black pools that could carry her into an oblivion that would never end

“Marco,” she whispered, and he drove deep into her

She cah, and filled onder She tried to free her hands She wanted to wrap her arms around him, draw him into the abyss with her, but he wouldn’t let her

“Whose woht control “Tell me”

She bit his shoulder, tasted salt and sweat and man

“Yours,” she said brokenly

“Only h with command

He drove into her again and, God, she shattered, wept as she spasainst him as the world spun away

He let go of her wrists She wound her arms around his neck He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her to him

Together, mouths and bodies fused, they flew into the fiery heart of the sun

After a long, shared shower they dressed casually in jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, and had breakfast on the bedroom terrace