HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION
My lungs still hadn’t caught up. Each breath dragged in sharp and shaky, my chest rising and falling as though I’d just run for miles, but really—it was only him. It was always him. Lorenzo.
I lay there wrecked against the sheets, trembling from the orgasm he’d wrung out of me with that sinful mouth, my skin damp with sweat, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. My vision swam when I blinked up at him. He looked like a dark god above me—broad shoulders glistening faintly, his jaw tense, lips swollen from devouring me. And still, his eyes blazed down at me, hunger left unsated.
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