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((Warning: Smut alert [should I really be putting up these alerts though? 🤔 idk]))

Our lips, hungrier and greedier than before, meet again. Our hands explore every inch of each other.

I can't tell if it's because we didn't have the chance to get close during these fourteen days or if it's because we didn't see each other in the last four days. Maybe both combined or perhaps something else entirely.

Whatever the reason, every touch feels more exhilarating. We're more ravenous. Wild and uncontrolled desire takes hold of our minds, driving us to the very peak of insanity.

A reckless urge, an untamed carnal desire.

Elio finds the hem of my shirt, and we break our fervid make-out to get rid of it. His black shirt joins mine on the floor, not a beat later.

Like magnets, our lips find one another again.

So damn succulent and soft. Addictive. Vehement.

His hands latch to the back of my thighs. I jump and wrap my legs around his defined torso. He carries me to his bed, laying me on the soft mattress. His intoxicating scent surrounds and overwhelms me. Dazed, I can't see or think about anything except Elio and our torrid moment.

He hovers over me. I drink up his imposing physique. Tracing his beautiful tattoos with my gaze, the lines of his rigid muscles, the sharp angles of his face, and his deep chestnut eyes clouded with lust and need.

Before the world completely evaporates, I stop him from kissing me again. "We can't."

With furrowed brows, he echoes with uncertainty, "We can't?"

I nod. "There are people around... what if they hear?"

A mischievous smirk curls his lips. "I don't see what the problem is with that."

I pout, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"Fine." He kisses my cheek before grabbing the phone from the nightstand.

I watch him intently as he speaks Italian.

It's hard to tell if my sex-deprived brain is playing tricks on me or if Elio truly is as exquisitely alluring and attractive as my mind perceives him.

His palm protectively stays on my upper thigh. The warmth seeping into my skin electrifies my senses, sending tendrils of pleasure to my core and tingling it.

He hangs up and tosses the phone to the nightstand. "Done." Climbing on top of me, he leans to me. "Any other demands, tesorino?"

Heat creeps to my cheeks as his gaze bores into me. How he looks at me makes me feel like he can see through every wall and barrier and scrutinize my bare soul.

"I'm not on birth control."

"We'll get to that tomorrow," he grunts and kisses under my jawline.

My breath hitches as my hands land on his toned shoulders.