LXVI. “Swallow every f*cking inch.”

I press my fingers against my panties, hoping for some relief, but it’s useless. The need pulses so violently inside me that even my own touch feels like fuel for the fire.

Matteo’s eyes drop straight to my hand between my thighs, and he groans loud again—a raw, animal sound, like the image of me to...

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