Dario’s point of view.
We lie next to each other on our backs, looking at the ceiling, each with our own thoughts—well, more like a question.
How did my body manage to feel so much pleasure?
And the answer is: no f*****g clue!
But it wasn’t only the physical pleasure. The way he handled me, the care he showed, the way he kissed me—it was like he wanted to imprint my skin on his lips. The way he touched me was like he wanted to memorize every curve of my body, and the way he licked me, I think he wanted to actually eat me.
I've never been treated like that. Nobody cared much about what I was feeling… but him… he acts like a man on the mission of his life. It feels like that's his purpose, that giving me pleasure gives him pleasure. And oh, boy... he did. So much so that for the first t
