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He hums, the vibrations making me gasp and squirm. Slowly, maddeningly, he works his way down my quivering belly, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel. I keen high in my throat, my thighs falling open in shameless invitation.

“Greedy girl,” he chides, his breath hot on the sensitive skin of my mound. “So impatient for my mouth on this sweet cunt. Should to make you fucking beg for it.”

I whimper, fisting the sheets in desperation. “Please, baby…”

He shudders, his composure cracking. Then he’s spreading me open with his broad hands, the cool air making me clench around nothing.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps, eyes nearly black with lust. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good…”

And then his mouth seals over my aching pussy.

He licks into me with long, savoring strokes, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through my entire body. I buck against him mindlessly, chasing the devastating pleasure of his lips and tongue and the sweet sting of his five o’clock shadow against my tender flesh.

He takes me higher and higher.

“Lessio!” I sob, my nails digging into his arms. “Fuck, please, I’m gonna…oh fuck, I’m coming!”

With a muffled curse, he seals his lips around my throbbing clit and sucks hard, sending me over the edge with a hoarse scream. I convulse in his hold, my spine arching near to breaking as ecstasy crashes through me in waves.

He works me through the aftermath with gentle flicks of his tongue, coaxing out every last quiver and aftershock until I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and gulping for air.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he praises roughly, pressing a final soft kiss to my fluttering pussy before crawling up my limp body. “You take my mouth so fucking beautifully. Love how you fall apart for me, only for me…”

“Only ever for you,” I agree breathlessly, cradling his face in my trembling hands. “I love you so fucking much.”

Something fierce flashes across his rugged features. “Marry me, Maty.”

My heart stutters, then kicks into overdrive. “W-what?”

He picks up one of my hands, pressing a fervent kiss to the inside of my wrist. “Marry me,” he repeats, his voice wrecked and urgent. “Be my wife. Let me spend the rest of my life loving you, protecting you. Building a family with you.”

Tears blur my vision, my pulse a wild throb in my ears. “Alessio…”

His grip on me tightens. “But I can’t waste another second without you as mine in every fucking way.”

He swallows hard, his throat working.

“Is that a yes?” he asks roughly, his big body thrumming with tension. “Will you marry me, Maty Soto?”

A watery laugh bubbles out of me. “Yes,” I tell him, nodding frantically. “Yes, Alessio DeLuca. I will marry you.”

With a ragged sound, he crashes his mouth to mine, sealing our promise with a fierce, wild kiss. I cling to him just as desperately, pouring every ounce of my love, my devotion, into the press of my lips over his.

“Mine,” he rasps against my mouth, the word both a prayer and a primal claiming. “My love, my heart, my fucking soul…”

“Yours,” I echo, dizzy and drunk on him, on us. “Always and forever, Alessio. I’m yours.”

Fourteen

Chapter 14

Maty

The garden is a riot of color, the air fragrant with the scent of roses and jasmine. White silk ribbons flutter in the gentle breeze, twining around a wrought-iron arch. Rows of chairs draped in gauzy fabric, already filling with our closest friends and family.

But I barely register any of it, my entire being focused on the man standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me.

Alessio.

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