Dark Obsession
He doesn’t take me fully — not here, not like this — but he touches me like he owns every inch of my body, whispering dark, filthy promises between kisses.
“You can argue with me all night,” he murmurs against my throat, fingers sliding between my legs. “But your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaked for me, bella. Not for Tiziano. Not for anyone else.”
I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Your asshole,” he replies, voice rough with satisfaction.
We stay on the rooftop far longer than we should, arguing and touching until we’re both drenched and trembling. When we finally slip back inside, I lead him down to my room, praying my friends are still out.
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