My hands grip her head through her hair, and I pull her face closer. “Dolcezza,” I croak. “I love you,” I add before crushing my mouth to hers. God, this. This is what I’ve been missing these past seven weeks. Natalia breathes life into my body with every sweep of her lips and every stroke of her tongue, and I forget everything except the way she feels pressed up against me and the taste of her on my tongue.
