Elegantly Wasted
I manage to whisper, the illicit thrill of our moment making my skin tingle.
"They won’t, Tesoro. Trust me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a hushed promise that sends a shiver down my spine.
His hot breath fans over my skin before he dips his head, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck. A gasp leaves me, my body instinctively reacting, my legs falling open just enough to let him in. We’re hidden in the shadows, only the soft glow of ambient light reflecting off faces in the distance. No one can see what Raffaele is doing to me, but they can see me kissing him back, my fingers tangled in his dark locks, a moan slipping past my lips as his mouth claims mine.
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