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I move faster.

His hands drop to my hips, helping now, lifting and lowering me, guiding me into a rhythm that makes both of us breathe harder. My thighs burn. My body aches. The pleasure keeps rising anyway, sharp and deep and relentless.

I lean forward, needing him closer.

He sits up at once, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close, until my breasts are pressed against his chest, and our bodies are flush against each other. His mouth covers mine, and he swallows my cry.

Our kiss is hungry, desperate. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, possessing me, and I kiss him back with a hunger that is just as fierce.

My hands slide up his chest, to tangle in his hair, holding him to me as I continue to ride him, my hips grinding against him, faster, harder, my body moving with a wild, desperate rhythm that is born of need and instinct.

The pleasure is building again, a low, simmering heat that is quickly becoming a raging inferno. I can feel the tension coiling in my stomach, a tight knot that is just waiting to unravel.

His hand slides into my hair, and he grips it tight. I cry out helplessly, the pleasure unbearable now.

I am so close.

“Come with me,” he says.

"I can't," I gasp against his lips. "I can't..."

"You can," he growls, his hands now on my ass, pulling me down harder, faster. "You will. With me. Let go, Julia. Let go with me."

He drives up into me at the same time.

The pleasure spikes so hard I lose my breath.

“Ricardo—”

“Now,” he orders. “Come now!”

And with those words, the last of my control shatters.

I come with a scream, a wild, primal sound that is ripped from my very soul. My body convulses, my inner muscles clamping down on him, milking him, drawing him deeper, deeper, deeper.

And this time, he lets go too.

He curses in Italian against my throat, and he thrusts hard into me a moment before I feel him spill into me. It’s a hot, powerful rush that fills me, completes me, seals us together.

His orgasm quickly pushes me to another release, this one bone-shattering and mind-numbing. I throw my head back and scream his name as, for one endless moment, I am in a world of complete blissful sensation.

Then all at once, it’s over, and my body collapses against his, boneless and trembling. My breath explodes against his skin in ragged gasps, and my head drops to his shoulder as my arms drop from his shoulders.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

Mostly because we can’t.

The storm keeps raging outside. The fire crackles beside us. His heart beats under my cheek, strong and uneven, slowly coming down from the same height as mine.

I am exhausted.

I am sore.

I am shaking.

And I have never felt more alive.

Ricardo’s arms stay locked around me. One hand strokes slowly up and down my back, soothing now.