Demetrio's POV
In this moment, I had shed every semblance of rationality, leaving the driver's seat to an untamed animal bursting with need, all logic and empire and careful calculation abandoned somewhere on the floor with her discarded pride.
"You mess with me, bambina," I said against the shell of her ear, then licked the sensitive spot behind it, savoring the full-body shudder that wracked her frame. "You really should stop doing that."
Her delicious scent wafted into my nostrils, something floral beneath the sharper tang of fear and arousal, and I shut my eyes to draw it in deeper. I had never needed air more than I needed her in that single, suspended moment.
She moaned and pushed back into me, her skin hot and alight with dark, forbidden desire, a silent admission that her body
