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"Surrendering to each other"

Giovanni swallowed loudly, thinking they could probably hear him in the neighboring city.

He hadn't expected Brenda to say those words, perhaps that's why his heart was pounding like a jumping bean.

Brenda looked at him expectantly, wondering if she had said something wrong.

"Piccola…"

"Is what I said wrong? I'm sorry, I…"

This time it was Giovanni who approached, silencing her protest with a kiss. Brenda clung to him and opened her mouth eagerly, uncaring of where they were.

But Giovanni did care, he wanted to kiss her and touch her alone, make her feel like a woman, make her moan and gasp his name, penetrate her until he felt sated and exhausted.

"Let's go home, cara mia."

She nodded, unable to find her voice to speak.

She looked somewhat fearful at the motorcycle, but Giovanni took her hand and tied it around his waist, setting off back home as quickly as possible.

He didn't want to cause an accident, but the desire coursing through his veins like burni