Claimed by the Don

The kiss was a tidal wave of days of agonizing, consuming desire. Lorenzo’s mouth parted hers with fierce, unyielding hunger, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her sweetness with an intoxicating passion that made Elena’s head spin. He tasted of vintage Barolo, rain, and pure, burning need. Elena whimpered into his mouth, wrapping her uninjured arm around his broad neck, pulling him closer, arching her body flush against his burning…