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“I wonder, I did have one last thought about what would be an excellent addition to any apology.”
“Oh?” I almost have no idea what he’s saying. I’m too distracted by the movement of his lips to recognize the words coming out of them.
“Yes, but this is not how I would apologize to anyone. Only to you, Caterina,” he says so softly the words are just above a whisper.
“Special? For me?” I squeak.
He nods, and our lips come so close to brushing against each other, I can feel the heat of his breath on my mouth. “Yes,” he murmurs.
“Okay I like special.”
“Caterina. Were I to apologize to you, to beg you to forgive me, I would do this.”
Before I have a chance to say anything else, to protest, to agree, to tell him that I want to kiss him but shouldn’t, Elio’s lips are on mine.
And with his kiss, my world shatters.
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ELIO
Caterina’s mouthon mine is a heaven that I do not deserve.
She moans and tilts back, opening her lips for me.
I should not take the opportunity. I should end the kiss now, a fun flirtation for both of us, before it becomes something that we can’t undo.
Instead, I lick my tongue against hers, and I groan at her taste.
Amaretto and vanilla.
I am desperate for more of her. My hands roam her body like they are starving and she is a feast that they can’t walk away from. I touch her skin everywhere I can, pulling at her thin cotton shirt so that I can access the soft treasure underneath.
A treasure.
That’s exactly what Caterina is to me right now. I treasure her, and I would do anything to keep this feeling.
My world has been changed. There was only before Caterina, and after.
And I am not currently living in the after.
I lap at her mouth, tasting her. Sipping her like the fine beverage she reminds me of. Trying to get so close to her that we will be part of each other, like two halves of a whole.
Caterina makes me into something that I don’t recognize. However, I also know that I don’t need to recognize myself right now.
All I need is her.
The flavors swirl in my mouth, along with a heady feeling that I can only describe as the lust that I have for her. I was not drunk before, but I think I might be now, and it is on Caterina.
Her skin, her taste, the way she moves against me, pressing like a cat and rubbing herself against my chest. If she continues on this path, she will note exactly how much I want her.
I can’t decide if I wish for her to discover this or not.
One thing I am certain of is that I will not be letting her go. Not right now, not like this.
Maybe not ever.
The thought is a decadent thrill in my mind.
