Massimo mutters almost inaudibly, cursing as he tries to hold himself back. And ultimately fails. The air catches in my lungs as he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
“Baby?” Massimo rasps, his voice sounding gravelly and strained. He braces his left hand on the headboard above our heads while cradling my face with the other.
Our breaths mix. Fast and shallow. In. Out. In. Out. His chest rises and falls in parallel resonance with my own. We are like two perfect halves, finally brought together.
“I never imagined it would feel this way,” I pant.
His thumb strokes the side of my chin. “As if we are one?”
“Yes.”
Hard lips crash against mine, claiming me once more. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, basically crushing him to me. I’m never letting him go. Neve
