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The veil of a moonless night surrounds us as he guides me to the courtyard that, like the inside of the ball, looks like it was plucked straight from a fairy tale. If I ever marry, this is where I want my wedding.
Antonio doesn’t give me time to admire the beauty of the greenery, hydrangea bushes, or cherry trees. The low lighting of the courtyard is on our side as he guides us through its paths. Thankfully, it’s surrounded by high walls that offer seclusion.
We cross a bridge over a koi pond and a bubbling fountain. He stops in an isolated corner of the courtyard, away from the noise and commotion, and whips me around. Then his lips crash into mine.
He curls his hands around my waist, holding me, and we kiss as if our lives depend on it. Even though I can hardly breathe, I don’t pull back for air, out of fear he’ll stop. Every inch of me trembles, making me weak in the knees. Antonio lifts me and sits me on the stone wall while keeping our mouths locked.
I’m panting, my need for him growing stronger.
I should’ve chosen a shorter gown.
It’d have made it easier for him to touch me and relieve the ache between my legs.
But lucky for me, Antonio is a great problem solver. I moan when he breaks our kiss, grips my hips, and settles on both knees. For a lucky second, I discover a gentle Antonio as he hikes up my dress and arranges himself between my thighs.
My heart burns with need, beating so intensely that I’m positive he can hear it.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Antonio said he’d rip my heart out if I gave it to anyone else. Right now, I want to hand it over to him myself and allow him to take everything from me.
He mutters something beneath his breath, but I can’t make out his words.
My blood sets on fire when he feathers his hand over my thigh before sweeping kisses along it until he reaches my center.He sucks over my lace panties, and I’m ready to die in the euphoric feeling of his lips on me. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. I’ve never experienced something so erotic in my life.
“I’d bet everything I own that you taste as good as you smell,” he says roughly.
I sink my nails into my palms when he rips my panties down my legs. He curls his hand around my thigh, and I shamelessly hold him in place when he licks up my folds.
He flicks my clit once.
Twice.
Three fucking times.
All so dreadfully slow.
Then he places a single kiss on it and ends all that gentleness.
My brutal monster returns.
He eats me out like he’s starving.
A man who’s never been fed a decent meal in his life and I’m a delicacy made perfectly for him.
My body shakes, and he doesn’t come up for air. Not even when I clutch his shoulders and gyrate my hips against his face.
I’ve never had a man touch me like this, taste me like this.
Hell, I’ve never had a man do anything.
Then five words ruin everything.
“I’m looking for Gigi Marchetti.”
