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His hands roam over my body, his fingers sliding under the lace of my underwear, stroking me gently.
I moan into his mouth, my desire for him growing stronger with each passing second.
He slowly, delicately, traces the contours of my body with his tongue, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Each touch, each kiss, building on the last, until I’m ready to beg for more.
Finally, his lips reach their destination, and I gasp at the sensation. His tongue is warm and wet, exploring my most private places with care and precision.
I arch my back, moaning softly, as his tongue caresses me, sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
My nerves are on fire, every touch sending an explosion of delight from head to toe. I’m lost in this moment, wholly consumed by the sensation of his lips and his tongue.
I don’t know how long we’re down there, but time seems to stand still as he works his magic. Each stroke is more intense than the last, and I find myself overwhelmed with desire.
I need more, I want more, and he gives it to me, never once breaking eye contact.
“I’m close,” I whisper, my voice shaking with need. “Please, Dominic. Don’t stop.”
He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes, and continues his attention, his mouth moving from my most private spots to my most sensitive ones, drawing out my pleasure with a gentle, steady rhythm.
Each stroke is more intense than the last, and I find myself lost in a haze of desire and ecstasy.
I cry out his name, my body trembling as the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. It washes over me, consuming me completely, and I feel like I’m floating on air, weightless and eternal.
Dominic doesn’t stop, continuing to stroke and caress me as I ride out the aftershocks of my climax.
I’m still tingling from my orgasm, my body sated yet alive with desire.
“Ready to swim back?” he asks.
I look at him with dazed eyes. “I don’t know what my own name is. Give me a minute.”
He smiles. “I can give you all the time in the world. You’re my wife.”
11
ISABELLA
The morning in Portofino is bright and clear as Dominic and I drive to the local clinic. I can’t help but smile. We spent last night in bed together as husband and wife.
I woke up this morning next to him and I felt safe and secure. It’s a feeling that lingers.
As we walk into the clinic, Dominic’s phone rings. He answers with his usual calm demeanor, but within seconds, his tone shifts drastically.
I watch him, his jaw clenching. “What do you mean he’s still out there?” he snaps into the phone, his voice laced with barely contained fury.
“I want every resource we have on this. Find him!” He ends the call abruptly, slamming his fist into the nearest wall
The sudden display of anger sends a shiver down my spine. It’s a stark reminder of the life Dominic leads, a life filled with danger and violence. A life I’m about to bring a child into.
“Is everything okay?” I ask tentatively.
Dominic exhales sharply, trying to compose himself. “It’s Marconi. The man we thought was him? It was a body double. He’s still a threat. He could be coming for us right now.”
The news hits me like a ton of bricks. Marconi, the shadow looming over our lives, is still out there. And here we are, about to bring a baby into this world of uncertainty. “Should we go back to the villa?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “This appointment is important. We’ll go back as soon as it’s done.”
We are greeted by an elderly doctor, Dr. Bianchi, who has a gentle, grandfatherly demeanor. His eyes light up when he sees Dominic.
