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A brutal wave of rapture, savage and unleashed, crashed through my veins as I poured everything into her.

‘Fuck,’ I groaned into her nape as I exploded, drowning in unimaginable bliss, more than I’d ever imagined.

She rippled all along my length, extending the rapture on and on as I groaned long and hard.

Her thighs remained around me as I slicked in and out of her before one final thrust as I growled and took her lips once more.

‘Forever mine,’ I finally growled as I rolled to the side, chest heaving.

Sated, I wrapped my arms around her waist to lock her in place.

‘Per l’eternità,’ she whispered, closing her eyes as she drifted off to sleep in my hold.

Exhaustion tanked my remaining energy.

I fell asleep fast, her heart beating in sync with mine.

The rich aroma of ground coffee woke me the next morning, drifting up from the kitchen.

I bit my lower lip as a fresh wave of adrenaline surged through my veins.

She was here.

She was real.

She was back.

I tossed the covers aside, pulled on black sweatpants, and stalked downstairs to find her standing over the stove.

Closing the distance, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her to my chest.

Sofia tilted her head back, her gorgeous eyes glittering with a soft smile.

‘You slept for ten hours straight, rockstar,’ she murmured, tilting her face to me.

‘I only sleep that well when you’re beside me, Sof,’ I rasped, tracing her lower lip with my thumb.

‘Then get used to blissful nights because I’m not going anywhere,’ she whispered, her hands sliding up my chest.

I took her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, claiming her with raw, possessive heat.

We tore our lips apart only when my stomach growled, shattering the moment.

Sofia laughed, turning back to the stove to serve hot espresso, crispy pancetta, and toasted ciabatta brushed with olive oil.

We ate at the counter, but desire took over, our fingers tangling between bites while I nipped at her jaw and neck.

‘You’re not even eating, mi alma,’ she teased, her breath hitching as my teeth grazed her collarbone.

‘I’m starved for something else altogether,’ I rasped, setting my coffee cup down on the butcher block.

I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her small gasp, and marched back up the stairs.

I set her down on the mattress in the quiet sanctuary of our bedroom, stripping her clothes away before shedding my own.

I pulled her hips to me as she knelt on the bed.

Gripping her ass and thighs, I drove my cock inside her with scorching, unyielding passion.