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He chose this. Chose to trust in the moment’s truth. In the realness of it.
Even if it was just for now.
Until the storm passed.
His kiss was urgent, demanding. And she gave herself up to his possession. Surrendered to the passion, they’d been denying themselves for four whole days and four long nights.
Flora was breathless. An urgency pulsed through her to feel more than his hard chest against the heavy swell of her breasts, or the push of his muscles against her peaked nipples, or the swell of his shoulders under the bite of her fingertips.
She wanted it all.
Trembling fingers reached for his belt. He stilled against her, but she wouldn’t deny herself what they both clearly wanted. She wouldn’t let doubt about who she was make her refuse to voice her needs. Because she trusted them. Her needs. And he trusted them. And now he needed to trust her. Trust himself to be the man he was with her.
Because she wanted this—the person he’d been for the past four days and the man who was shuddering against her.
She wanted this moment.
For ever.
She’d fallen straight into his eyes, hadn’t she? But she didn’t want to find the way out. She wanted to fall deeper. She’d fallen in love with this gentle giant who wanted to keep her safe. Protect her. Marry her.
She was in love, and love guided her hand to unbuckle him. And with her whole heart, with all that she was, all she was allowing herself to be at this moment, she knew fear would not beat her away from life again in case she hurt those she loved.
She was a woman who would claim the wants of her body and the needs of her heart from this day forth.
Because what was life without risk? Without choice?
It was a tick list. Safe. Predictable. All the things she no longer wanted. She wanted choice, and she wanted risk. Because she felt safe to explore the boundaries with this man now beside her...didn’t she?
‘I need you inside me, Raffaele,’ she pleaded breathlessly. Euphorically.
She demanded what she wanted. What she needed. And he didn’t deny her.
His hand beneath her bottom, he picked her up. He didn’t speak. He backed her up, step by step, as he deepened his kiss, until her back met the wall.
The storm howled above them. Mirroring the howl of her body. ‘Love me, Raffaele. Trust yourself to love me.Now,’ she demanded.
And he moaned into her mouth and she swallowed the sound. Thepowerhe was giving to her.
With one hand still holding her bottom, he reached for his jeans, dragged them down over his backside until his erection pressed against the heart of her.
She moaned, and he broke free from her mouth, both of them panting.
‘Say it again,piccolina. Tell me you need me inside you,’ he rasped, his chest heaving. ‘Tell me,’ he urged, his eyes intense, looking at nothing buther. ‘Tell me you need me.’
‘I need you inside me, Raffaele...’ She sucked in a shallow gasp of air as she said the words she wanted to say and the words he needed to hear. ‘I need you.’
He reached down to the barrier between them and with a roar ripped her underwear from her body. He claimed her mouth. Closed his eyes and thrust inside her.
She tore her mouth from his and screamed his name.‘Raffaele!’
She clung to him, panted her ecstasy into existence as he loved her body with a ferocious intensity.
This was living.
This was life.
This was love.
