Fabrizio’s POV
The room is heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. The heat from our bodies clings to the air, mixing with the scent of s*x and sweat, lingering like a reminder of what just happened. I pull out of her slowly, the rush of satisfaction still coursing through me, but my mind is sharp, my senses heightened.
I step back, my eyes locked on her trembling form. She’s still on the couch, her body curled up slightly as she catches her breath, her skin flushed from the intensity of what we just did. There’s a sheen of sweat on her, making her skin glisten under the dim light, and for a moment, I just watch her—how her chest rises and falls, the slight tremble in her legs, the way her lips part as she exhales shakily.
I’ve had her before, but this tim
