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his grunts. This savage version of him was lost to her. His fingers dug into her flesh. She winced. His pace quickened, slamming her faster against the seashell wallpaper.
    In her mind she crossed an invisible barrier, one where her body stopped trying to keep something at bay.
    “Bruno,” she growled.
    He removed his face from the nape of her neck. She clawed at his mouth and dug her nails into his back. He hissed, and bit her arm until she let go.
    Her hands found purchase in his beautiful dark curls. She twisted and pulled as he pounded her until her sex juices ran like a warm stream down her legs.
    “Yes,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. I’m coming.” She buried her head in his chest as an orgasm quaked her body. She trembled and convulsed and went limp in his arms.
    He watched her face and a proud smile creased his lips. With his cock deep inside of her, he backed away from the wall and fell onto the bed. With control now hers, she eased on his thick cock, sliding up and down, faster and faster. Sweat covered her skin as he cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples until she whimpered. Grinding on him, she smacked his hands away, and he grinned in a way that looked like a warning of dirty things that lay in store.
    He sat up then, and rolled her onto her back. In one swift and forceful move, he swung her legs over his shoulders and glided smoothly into her dripping wet hole.
    His eyes burned into hers as his hips pistoned, Herculean and controlled, into her burning snatch. He hammered relentlessly, slamming into her as she bucked her pelvis, meeting him with perfect rhythm.
    They panted together, heaving and gasping and grunting. She felt his beaded sweat trickle into hers. There was not enough air between them to breathe. His face tensed. He was on the edge.
    “Come for me, baby,” she whispered.
    The veins in his neck swelled as he pulled out of her and jerked his cock. Hot come spilled onto her stomach. He milked himself until his breath slowed and his hand stilled. He melted against her and she welcomed him in a perfect sweaty embrace.
    “I love you, Karen,” he said with his face buried in her hair.
    She stroked his back, smoothing her hands over his skin. “I love you more, Bruno.”
    He rolled over and pulled her on to his chest. They listened to the ocean crash into the shore. The tide was coming in, and with it all the things left to say to each other.
    “Before Marianna found out she was pregnant, I was going to leave her,” he said.
    Marianna’s name stabbed her gut and invaded her bliss. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, twirling it into soft peaks, and listened to him.
    “When Isabella was born, I knew I couldn’t leave. She made up for what wasn’t between Marianna and I. Then, I met you. I saw the same loneliness that I feel everyday in you.”
    A small tear pooled in her eye and slipped down her cheek. He reached over and wiped it away.
    “You asked why I went to Portugal?” He lifted her chin so that her eyes met his.
    She nodded. “You said you went to speak to your priest.”
    “I went to Portugal to speak to my brother, the priest. I asked him why adultery was a sin when two people are connected by love.”
    “And how did he answer? As a priest, or as a brother?”
    He cradled her face in his hand and kissed her softly. “As a brother,” he whispered.
    She clutched him, driven by a need to envelope him and not ever let him go. “What are we going to do? Jack will never divorce me. He’ll never let me take the kids and leave.”
    Jagged choked tears exploded out of her. He caressed her hair and kissed her forehead, soothing them away away.
    “Do you want to be with me?” he asked.
    “Yes, only you. Always.”
    “Then we’ll figure it out.”
    Bruno had made the past year bearable and the thought of having many more with him burned inside of her. With his arms encircling her, sleep captured her and she drifted off to find him in her dreams.

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