Franco Rossi got up, observing Susan with her tangled hair, flushed cheeks, and her chest still rising and falling. Their eyes locked, and as he captured her attention, he savored the essence between his lips.
"You've become one of my favorite flavors," he murmured, climbing on top of her, his face inches away from Susan's. "Taste yourself," he commanded, kissing her and letting her experience the salty sweetness that had flowed from him minutes before. When they separated due to the lack of air, his intense gaze fixed on her. "I've given you something worthwhile," he whispered. "That's what you wanted, but I assure you that when you become mine again, it will be under different circumstances, when you're madly in love with me," he declared with his usual cynical expression. "Because ther
