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He shifts one of my legs higher, hooking it over his arm, and then he's hitting that spot with every single thrust. The bed is shaking, the world is spinning, and all I can do is hold on for dear life as he takes me higher than I've ever been before.

I can feel my orgasm approaching, and I know it's going to hit me like a semi-truck barreling down on me at a hundred miles an hour. Or a hundred-foot tidal wave sweeping away everything in its path.

It feels inevitable. Unstoppable. Terrifying.

I'm not going to survive this.

"Donna," he gasps. "Look at me."

My eyes flutter open, and I'm lost in the dark depths of his, lost in the love and desire I see there.

"I have you," he promises. "I'll never let you go."

I can only nod, my throat too tight with emotion to speak.

With trust I never thought I'd feel for another person, I let go. I let go of the fear, of the control, of everything but Lorenzo.

My climax hits me then, a violent explosion that shatters my body, steals my breath, and shakes me to my very core. My world splinters apart in a blinding flash of light as pleasure so intense it borders on pain radiates outward, riding on every nerve ending, to the tips of my fingers and toes.

I hear myself cry out, a long, drawn-out moan that sounds both like agony and ecstasy. My back arches off the bed, my body shaking uncontrollably.

And still he thrusts, drawing out my pleasure, taking me higher still, until I can't take any more.

Just when I think I'll die from the sheer intensity of it all, Lorenzo takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, thrusts deep, and comes, hot and thick inside me.

My pussy welcomes him, pulsing around his cock, greedy for every last drop of him. He collapses on top of me, all his weight settling on me, but still it's not enough. I wrap my arms and legs tighter around him, wanting more, needing him closer, until our bodies are fused together and there's no room for even air between us.

I cling to him, my body still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my mind a complete blank, and perfectly content to stay that way. He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

He kisses my shoulder, my collarbone, the side of my neck, with soft, open-mouthed kisses that feel more intimate than the wild fucking we just did.

My heart is still pounding wildly, and my blood is still surging through my veins.

I've had sex before. Good sex. Great sex, even.

But this...

This is something else entirely.

This is what I've been searching for my entire life, without even knowing what I was looking for.

This is connection.

This is home.

This is love.

A wave of emotion hits me, so powerful and so unexpected that it almost takes my breath away. Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I blink rapidly, trying to fight them back.

Donna Costa does not cry.

Ever.

What is wrong with me?

"Ti amo," Lorenzo whispers against my skin, over and over, and my chest tightens with an emotion so profound it makes me ache.

I tighten my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. "Ti amo," I whisper back, the words feeling inadequate to express the depth of my feelings.