Of course I didn't want to admit it.I wanted to spit it out—this is fake. I hate you. I hate your eyes, your mouth, your muscles, your damn fingers.Especially the part of you that never seems to get tired.But when he looked at me like that?Yeah. I couldn't say a word.All I could do was bite my lip and look away.But the heat racing through me—the trembling in my stomach, my legs—it screamed louder than anything I could've said.Lysandro crashed his mouth onto mine.This time, the kiss was deep. So deep. Our tongues tangled, my breath slipping away."You're mine, gattina..." he murmured, lost in it.Then he slid inside me.I arched with a moan, lips parted.His kiss swallowed the sound whole.I already knew—it was gonna be a long night.A good one.I clutched the pillow, hips rising to meet his."Say you want it, baby." His voice brushed my ear, low, dangerous, addictive.I was soaked. My mouth dropped open as a moan poured out, heat pulsing between my thighs.His
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