Tabitha’s POV
His body moves over mine with a precision that leaves me breathless. Every thrust is slow, controlled, yet powerful, hitting me in all the right places. I feel him deep inside, stretching me, filling me in ways that make me lose my grip on reality.
The room is dark except for the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the curtains, casting shadows on his face. His jaw clenches as he thrusts into me, his focus entirely on how my body responds to him. My hips lift instinctively to meet his every motion, our bodies perfectly in sync.
“Look at you,” Fabrizio murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he watches me squirm beneath him. “So f*****g beautiful like this, spread out and begging for me.”
I can’t even respond. My body is too caught up in the sensation of him sliding
