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“Massimo!” I cry out, clenching his cock as my pleasure gushes from my core.
My toes curl. My back arches. Massimo’s grip tightens and he pounds his throbbing cock into me.
“Oh, fuck!” he roars, then I feel him erupt deep inside me.
His pleasure sends tremors that quake through my body and force me to come again. Massimo rests his weight against my back and his lips brush my ear.
“Thank you for not making me spend my last day alone,” he rasps, his hips twitching as another rush of hot seed spills into me. “If I could say the three words I want to say, your ears are the only ones that would ever hear them again.”
“Then say them,” I whimper. “Just so I can hear them once, even if it’s too soon for those kinds of feelings—I don’t care.”
“I love you, Lea,” he whispers.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, sinking to the mattress under his weight with his softening length still inside me.
Three words that should convey so much more than they do. But I’ll cherish them long after he’s gone.
We doze off for a while. Then we make love again before dinner. As soon as we finish, and have another wine-buzz to reenergize us, we’re right back in bed.
Massimo makes the most of his last night, and after he’s spent, I fight back the tears, aching to hear those three words again. But they never come. I listen to his breathing until he’s asleep, then I fall asleep in his arms for the last time. His may be the only ones that ever hold me.
I wake up with the afterglow of shared passion still coursing through my veins. The sun is trying to come out, but it’s cloudy today. I look to my right and stretch out my hand, immediately noticing Massimo is gone. That makes me sit up with alarm, and a cold surge of fear replaces the pleasant afterglow.
“Massimo?” I call out, getting out of bed. “Massimo, where are you?”
I walk out of the bedroom and hear the shower. That causes me to exhale a short sigh of relief. He’s not gone. He didn’t leave without saying goodbye. I’m not sure I could handle that. It would make everything we’ve shared seem hollow.
“You could have woken me up,” I mutter as I walk into the bathroom. “I would have joined you for your last shower.”
“Then join me,bambina,” he sighs, opening the shower curtain. “I didn’t want to wake you because I thought you might need your rest after last night.”
“My legs are still shaking, and I feel completely numb below the waist,” I reply, unable to hide my grin. “But I’m sure I can handle a little more—if you can.”
“Damn right,” he growls, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me into the shower.
Massimo pushes me against the wall and slaps my ass. I jerk from the impact and the sting that reignites the fire from last night. Massimo’s hands roam my body and squeeze my breasts, then one hand goes lower, and he rubs my clit.
“Oh, god,” I whimper, feeling his hardness against my folds. “Please… I need you.”
Because as long as he’s inside me, he’s alive. There’s blood pumping through his veins instead of exiting his body. I don’t want to think about that. The images will get burned into my head, and I won’t be able to enjoy this.
“Needybambina,” Massimo chuckles, pushing into me. “This is what you need?”
“Yes!” I gasp, a shudder making me tingle as Massimo goes deeper.
One last time.
Then I have to let him go.
CHAPTER 31
Lea
I hold back my tears until Massimo is dressed and I’m watching him pack his bags.
Then the floodgates open.
“Massimo, please,” I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound. “You said faking your death isn’t your style, but anything would be better than this.”
