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PINNED DOWN: MILAN ITALY part 3

Author: ELSA RIVERS
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-11 19:15:22

CHARLOTTE'S POV

When it was over, Marcus didn’t move away. He stayed there, his body still pressed against mine, both of us caught in the haze between exhaustion and quiet disbelief. His breath brushed against the curve of my neck, rough and uneven, and I could feel his heart thundering against my back. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy, slow, full of something that felt like release and ruin all at once.

He didn’t say anything for a long while. Instead, his fingers moved in slow, lazy circles over my thigh, tracing patterns that made goosebumps rise on my skin. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, rough, still edged with the gravity of what had just happened.

“Come on,” he murmured near my ear. “You need food before you pass out.”

I smiled faintly, too tired to protest, too sated to care. “You think I’m that weak?”

He chuckled, the sound low and deep. “I know you are. You’ve been running on caffeine and nerves all week.”

That made me laugh softly, even as
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