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enticing locks of hair and cupped her breasts. A deep moan poured from her at a single touch. He swiped his thumbs along the nipples, pleased they tightened and pebbled.
    Breaking the kiss, he drew back. Lord, she was perfect. Her breasts were such a temptation, her dark skin beckoning to him. Leaning in, he took the left one in his mouth and suckled.
    She gripped his hair as she held him tight to her. Small tremors shook her and he flicked his tongue over the turgid point before nipping lightly at it. Her whimpers grew louder and he moved between her breasts, laving attention on them both while his hands settled upon her ass.
    “Enzo,” she panted.
    Instead of looking up at her, he kissed his way down over her flat belly to the lace trim of her panties. Then he glanced up at her. Her full lips were parted and her breath left her in sharp, staccato bursts.
    “ Bellissima. ”
    With a fluid move, he had her lying back on the bed and he hovered over her. Dark brown eyes stared at him as she released his hair to start on the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t have the patience and brushed her hands away to jerk on the sides and rip it open.
    Her moan of approval flowed like electricity over him and he would swear his body hummed. She splayed her hands against his bare chest as he threw the shirt off to land somewhere. When she sat up and reached for his waistband, he inhaled sharply.
    “Off.” Her command was breathy.
    He didn’t want to release her. Still, he did and shucked off his jeans in record time. Her eyes widened as she stared at his erection, highlighted by his boxer briefs.
    “Your turn,” he said.
    Her tongue sneaked out and dampened her lips. “Oh, I like focusing on you.” She reached out and gripped his hips.
    “Don’t think so, sweetheart.” He nudged her onto her back and lowered himself to lie partially on her. The way her curves fit against him had him striving for control. He had no wish to embarrass himself before he even got inside her.
    With care, and a few prayers for patience, he tugged down her panties and dropped them off the end of the bed. His cock pulsed as he studied her naked body. Dips and curves, she was a lush female form.
    He trailed one hand down her body, over her breasts, belly, then down to the patch of neatly trimmed black hair between her legs. She parted them with a sigh, her eyes locked on his.
    Her scent filled his nostrils and he shifted closer. He slipped two fingers between the lips and he found her slick. He rubbed one against her swollen clit and sank the other into her.
    His eyes nearly crossed at the way her body gripped him. In and out he thrust, her hips matching his pace as moans slid free from her parted lips. He watched his finger move, the roll of her hips, and the way her breasts jiggled. Dear Lord, he wouldn’t last long at all.
    Halyn grabbed his wrist of the hand between her legs and held him there.
    “Do you like that?” he asked.
    “More.”
    Was she begging? Yes, I believe she is . That worked fine for him. He added a second finger and put his thumb against her clit. Just watching her had him sweating and his balls drawing tight.
    “Look at me, sweetheart.”
    Unfocused eyes met his and she ground against his hand. “Mu…need…more…”
    “Watch me and I’ll give you more. I’ll give you what you want.”
    “Enzo.”
    “Right here, sweetheart.” Christ, if she kept looking at him like that with those pouty lips and passion-drenched eyes, he would be finished before he’d really got started. “You’re so wet and tight. I want to be inside you. But first, come for me, come on my fingers.”
    Her lids fluttered as she did. Back bowing and a cry escaping her lips, she came hard. Her cream covered his fingers, her internal walls rippling around them.
    “I…want…more…inside…me.”
    He agreed profusely. After withdrawing his fingers from her body, he paused to suck them clean before pushing down his boxers. His cock sprang free, turgid