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was harder than it had ever been. Dangerous. He knew better than to let this mean anything more than a passionate encounter.
    This was about the physical. One night together.
    She rocked her hips, trying to take him deeper, and he knew the time for teasing was at an end.
    “Marco?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Are you going to take me?” she asked.
    “Do you want more?” he asked.
    She leaned down and sucked his lower lip into her mouth, biting gently. “You know I do.”
    “Beg me to take you, mi’angela bella. ”
    “Take me, Marco. Make me yours.”
    He did want to make her his, in this moment with the night sky around them, the Southern Cross shining in the sky, he was away from Italy and the curse that had dogged the Moretti men for too long.
    He was going to claim Virginia as his…even if only for this one night.
    He gave her another inch, thrusting his hips up into her sweet, tight body. Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipples he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.
    He loved the way she reacted to his mouth on her. He sucked on the skin at the base of her neck as he thrust all the way home, sheathing his entire length in her body. He knew he was leaving a mark with his mouth and that pleased him. He wanted her to remember this moment and what they had done when she was alone later.
    He kept kissing and rubbing, pinching her nipples until her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against him. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her.
    “Come with me,” he whispered to her in Italian.
    She nodded and he realized she understood his native tongue. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips, holding him to her, eyes half-closed and her head tipped back.
    He caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moving faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady, building the pleasure between them.
    He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. Something that would make his time in her body, wrapped in her silky limbs, seem to last forever.
    “Hold on to me tightly.”
    She did as he asked and he rolled them over so that she was beneath him. He pushed her legs up against her body so that he could thrust deeper, so that she was open and vulnerable to him.
    “Now, Virginia,” he said.
    She nodded and he felt her body tighten. Then she scraped her nails down his back, clutching his buttocks and drawing him in. Blood roared in his ears as he felt everything in his world center on this one woman.
    He called her name as he came. He saw her eyes widen and felt the minute contractions of her body around his as she was consumed by her orgasm.
    He rotated his hips against her until she stopped rocking against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the underside of his chin.
    “Oh, Marco,” she said. “Thank you for making love to me.”
    “You’re very welcome, Virginia.”
    She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. “I never thought it would be like this.”
    “Like what?”
    “So incredible. Being with you is just…well, I had no idea it would be so raw and intense.”
    He laughed. “That’s because you hadn’t made love with me before.”
    She tipped her head back and in her eyes he saw a vulnerability that he didn’t understand.
    “I think you are right.”

    Marco stretched and rolled over as the morning sunlight spread across the floor of his bedroom. The pillow next to his was rumpled and the sheets still smelled faintly of sex and Virginia’s perfume.
    “Cara mia?”
    There was no answer as he stood up and stretched. There was a glass of juice on his nightstand. He smiled as he reached for it. Maybe Virginia was making breakfast for them.
    He walked slowly through his penthouse. All of Melbourne was spread out before him, and he thought for a moment about his life