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His eyes are tight with something like longing. He wants to believe me.
“I love you,” I vow. “Nothing will change that.”
His lips meet mine in an achingly gentle caress. There’s quiet desperation in the kiss, a slight tension lingering around his mouth. I gingerly touch his stubble-roughened jaw, soothing him as I open for him on a sigh. I welcome him to claim me with soft flicks of my tongue against his. He groans, almost a sound of pain, and surrenders to our chemistry.
He grasps my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me upright so that I straddle him. His deft fingers find the delicate zipper at the back of my dress, and he makes quick work of stripping me down to my underwear.
When he jerks his own shirt over his head, I pull back. A dark bruise marks his left side—where his enemies viciously kicked him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, lightly touching my palm to his heart.
“The only thing you can do that will hurt me is to deny me,” he rasps, his eyes burning into my soul. “I love you, Evelyn.”
My heart skips a beat. I’ve declared my feelings for him, but I’m not prepared for the overwhelming surge of emotion that’s elicited by those sweet words dropping from his beautiful lips. Because looking into his shining eyes, I can see into his soul too. The love he offers me is fierce and unconditional. I will never have to prove myself to him. I will never have to earn his affection.
I’m enough for him, just as I am.
And he’s more than enough for me; he’s better than anything I’ve ever dared to dream for myself.
Words stick in my constricted throat, so I worship his body with my mouth, dropping hungry, reverent kisses on his jaw, his throat, his chest. I trace the shape of his abs with my tongue, and they ripple beneath me as his hand sinks into my hair. Hedoesn’t guide me lower or demand anything of me, but his firm grip anchors me to him.
I unbuckle his belt and quickly free his cock so that I can taste him. His hard length juts toward me, and I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and welcome him in one slow slide, suppressing my gag reflex to accommodate all of his impressive length.
He murmurs my name like a prayer, and his fingers tighten in my hair, holding me down on his shaft. I soften and stay where he wants me, allowing him to control my breath.
He has all of me. I give myself to him willingly, eagerly.
When I begin to feel dizzy, he tugs me off him. My lips grasp at his cockhead, and my tongue swirls around him in regret as he pulls free.
“I want you,” I beg in a breathy whisper.
“You have me,dolcezza. But I’m not finished with you yet. I won’t be for a long time.”
He settles his body over mine and eases into me, his cock stretching me inch by delicious inch. He kisses me long and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to match the rhythm of his cock driving into my pussy. With each domineering stroke, he lays claim to everything I am and offers me himself in return.
“I love you,” he promises between kisses, over and over again. He brands the promise onto my flesh with tongue and teeth.
We come together, our bodies joined as pure bliss sings through our bound souls.
Chapter 45
Evelyn
“Isn’t it so beautiful?” I gush, spinning in a circle in an attempt to encompass the stunning villa that’s nestled into the side of Capri. It’s located on one of the quieter streets above town, so it feels private despite the fact that we’re only a fifteen-minute walk from everything we need. “What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” Massimo purrs, threading his fingers through my hair and absently rubbing the silken strands.
I giggle and tuck myself closer to his powerful frame.
“The villa, Massimo,” I remind him. “It’s bigger than what we need, really,” I continue, my cheeks warming slightly. “But I thought maybe we might want the extra bedrooms one day.”
His eyes flash, and he captures my face in his hands. “And why is that,farfallina?”
We haven’t talked about children yet. My mouth goes dry, my anxiety spiking.
“I thought…”
He places his hand over my heart in a familiar, soothing gesture.
