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He holds me as I ride out the waves of my release, then kisses his way back up to my mouth, claiming me with a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, the realization sending another shiver down my spine.
I run my fingers down his muscular chest, trailing over the ridges of his abs. His breath catches as I reach the waistband of his pants, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric.
I pull back, gazing into his eyes. "I want you, Antonio."
His lips curve into a smile. "I'm yours, Clara."
I slip my hand beneath the waistband, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. He groans, his hips bucking against me.
"Clara..." His voice is a strangled groan as I stroke him, teasing him with my fingers.
He rolls on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He rocks back on his knees and pins my hands above my head with his good arm, gazing down at me with hunger in his eyes.
"Are you sure, tesoro?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
I nod, arching against him, wanting to feel his skin against mine. He releases my hands and sits up, pulling his pants and boxers off in one swift motion.
I drink in the sight of him, his chiseled body, the thick shaft jutting out, ready. I've never wanted anyone more in my life.
He reaches for the nightstand, retrieving a condom and rolling it on with practiced ease. Then he's back on top of me, his lips finding mine in a scorching kiss.
He guides himself to my entrance, teasing me with the head. I moan, my hips rising to meet him.
He pushes into me, inch by inch, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
"Fuck, Clara," he growls, his voice a ragged pant in my ear. "You feel so good."
I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts into me, his pace increasing. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in sync.
The pleasure builds, my body tensing as I near my climax. "Antonio," I gasp, my voice a breathless whisper.
Pleasure spirals through me, building with each thrust, until I'm dangling on the edge of a precipice.
When he flips me onto my stomach, I'm a rag doll in his arms, boneless and willing. He teases me from behind, the slick length of him sliding between my legs, his hand reaching around to stroke my wetness. When he pushes inside, the angle is deeper, more intense, and I cry out.
We move together, bodies slick with sweat, breath coming in ragged gasps. Every nerve in my body is on fire, every sense attuned to his presence, his touch. When he reaches around to tease me again, the sensations overwhelm me.
"Yes, tesoro. Come for me again," he urges, voice a husky rasp in my ear.
I can't hold back any longer. My release crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. It's like a bolt of lightning has struck me. Pleasure rips through me, radiating out from the depths of my core.
Antonio groans as I tighten around him, his own release following close behind. He collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged.
I've never felt so utterly spent, so completely satisfied.
As our breathing slows, his lips find my neck, my shoulder, planting gentle kisses across my flushed skin. The tenderness is unexpected, and I find myself melting into his embrace. We lay entwined, basking in the afterglow, the silence speaking volumes.
I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his earthy scent. "That was incredible."
"You're incredible," he says, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Stay," he whispers, fingers tracing patterns across my belly. "Stay the night with me." The invitation, though spoken softly, sounds almost like a command.
I want to stay the night with him, but I'm afraid Rafael will come back. And I'm not sure how well his brothers will look at this. Still, it's tempting to break all of my rules and just let myself go for one night.
But as much as I want Antonio by my side tonight, deep down a part of me knows that if we cross this line together, the consequences could be bad for both of us. So instead of staying in bed any longer, with a gentle kiss I get up to leave. "Soon," I promise before padding silently away, though the words feel more like an unfinished plea than anything else.
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