“Maledetto!”
My voice comes out in a breath, nearly a gasped word of desperation.
He merely rises and takes possession of my mouth.
We are not like starving people.
We are dying in our final breath, a kiss that causes pain and punishes our farewell.
My teeth are fierce as I bite him, and my lips severe as I suck the taste of grappa from him, softly sweet, carrying me toward pleasure on a summer day beneath the grapevines.
There is no innocence.
Not anymore.
Lorenzo finally spreads his hands across my ass, one on each cheek, lifting me completely open against his waist.
I feel my backside resting against the windowsill, with only Sicily as our witness.
He takes my hands and forces me to grip his hair with the same strength he used on me.
But if I release him, I will fall freely b
