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He looks so sad, so mournful, and it squeezes at me.
I put my hands on either side of his face. I lean forward, and I press my lips to his.
The kiss is tentative. It’s me, leaning forward into the place that Elio created, and saying that I will meet him there.
I don’t intend to do more. Not initially.
But when I feel the muscles in his face, his neck, they’re so tight. He’s holding himself back from something, and I have a feeling that he wants more.
An insane urge overwhelms me.
Elio has given me power. I have the ability to choose his fate, and mine.
I want to see if that power is enough to break the iron hold he has on himself.
I want to see if that power is enough to crack him open, and release the passion he’s holding.
Our stolen kisses haunt me. We’ve never had the time, or the space, or the place to explore more of the passion that flows between us in a torrent of need.
Elio has given me power.
And I decide to take it.
I lean forward more, running my nails through his hair as I lick the seam of his lips. Elio stills, freezing up like he can’t believe what I’m doing. “Caterina,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I take the opportunity and slide my tongue against his, gripping the back of his neck for leverage.
I taste his growl. “Caterina, what are you…?”
“Kiss me,” I pant. I look up at him through my lashes.
The storm in his eyes sends a shiver of arousal through my body.
“Caterina…”
“Elio. Shut up. And kiss me,” I bite out.
He pauses for one second.
Another.
Then, when I twist in my chair, rubbing my legs together against the need at my center, his nostrils flare. He swoops forward, one of his big hands cupping the back of my neck.
The kiss, this time, has no restraint.
I moan as Elio dominates our movements. His hand is on the back of my neck, the other scooping me up as I wrap myself around his body. He unfolds from his kneeling position, his mouth fused to mine, and turns to drop my ass onto the desk.
There’s a sound as things on the desk clatter, and I hope to hell he has copies of all of his documents, because I can feel them shifting and crinkling beneath me.
The whole time, Elio hasn’t broken our kiss.
He kisses me like he’s drowning and I am the air he needs to live. He kisses me like this is his only opportunity, and he’s trying to taste me for as long as he can.
He kisses me like I’m the only woman in the world he’s ever wanted, and will ever want.
And I kiss him back.
His hands roam my body, and I let them. I’m not going to interrupt him like last time, and if he tries to pull away, I’ll stop him.
