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He fucked me till I was raw.

The man is an animal and a god.

I go to the bathroom, throw a long shirt on, and then I hop back into bed while the room is still darkened. Enrico slowly wakes and then, as if acting on instinct, grabs me and pulls my body to his. He kisses me softly with his big bee-stung lips. “Good morning, my Olivia.” His voice is husky.

Now that’s a wake-up hello. “Good morning.”

He holds me tight and runs his lips over my temple. “What a night, hey?”

I smile, embarrassed at how crazy he got me. I turned into an animal. I kiss his chest. “Sex with you is incredible… and different.”

He pulls back to look at me. “Different? How is it different?”

“Well.” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “I’ve only ever had sex with someone I have been in love with before.”

He smirks, amused by my statement. His hand trails up over my shoulder, and he tames my hair down. “This was better different, then?”

“I wouldn’t say better. Just different.”

“I beg to differ. No sex could be better than what we had last night. That was the gold medal of sex.” He bites my neck and scooches down lower in the bed to snuggle into my chest.

I laugh and kiss his forehead. It’s weird how comfortable we are with each other. This isn’t how I imagined a one-night stand to be at all. I thought it would be cold and clinical.

His eyes dance with mischief as he leans his head on my breast. “Explain this in-love-sex thing to me.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “Well, there’s a feeling that runs between the two of you.”

“Boredom?” he mutters dryly.

I laugh out loud. “No.”

“Oh, let me guess,” he teases. “So, you love him, and he loves you. You feel like you can’t live without the other, and you call each other ten times a day to talk about boring shit. You only have sex with each other, always missionary style, and everything is planned beforehand. Oh, I can’t even talk about it without falling asleep.” He bites my nipple hard. I flinch as I giggle at his answer.

“No, that’s not it.”

“What, then?”

I brush the black hair back from his forehead. His big brown eyes look up at me as they wait for my answer. “It’s having someone love you and all your faults, even when you forget to love yourself.”

He stares at me and I smile softly. “Well, that’s obviously why I never fell in love before.”

“What is?”

“I don’t have any faults, and nobody could love me better than I already love myself.” He bites my nipple hard, and then drops down to nip my hip bones. I squeal with laughter.

I fight to pull his head up. “You idiot. I could totally make you fall in love with me if I wanted to.”

He laughs against my stomach as he trails his teeth lower. “If you say so.”

“I’m not joking.” I squeal as I try to escape his onslaught. He bites my inner thigh and I struggle. He pulls my sex apart with his fingers and we both fall silent as the mood suddenly changes from playful to intense.

“There’s one part of you that I really do love,” he whispers before kissing me there with an open mouth. My sex clenches.

Oh… he’s just so.

His tongue swipes through my open flesh, and I close my eyes as I run my fingers through his curly hair. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders. He licks me again and I feel his breath on my most private parts. Goose bumps scatter up my legs.

“I should warn you… if you do that to me, you will never be the same. I will ruin you for all other women.”