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“Yes.” I can’t stop looking into her baby blues. She’s so gorgeous and seems unaware of that fact.
She looks to one side, staring at the wall for a moment before turning back to me. “I’ve never been on top of a man.” I find that hard to believe, and my expression must show it because she laughs and takes my face in her hands. “Carlo, I’ve only had sex a few times. So far, what we’ve done is far more than I did the other times.”
Rolling over with her, I keep our connection intact as I position her on top, then put my hands behind my head. “There you go. What will you do to me, you sexual goddess?”
Blushing, she ducks her head, making her long hair flow down, the soft strands tickling my chest as they move back and forth over it. “I suppose I will ride you like the stallion you are.” Leaning back, she begins moving in slow waves that feel amazing.
Watching her fuck herself on my cock, I get lost in the sight. With her eyes closed, her face a mix of passion and excitement, she has to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I have seen many beautiful women, but Isabella is a true beauty. Her soul radiates goodness and kindness. Her sex is filled with movement that stimulates both of us. I doubt she has a selfish bone in her body.
I can’t keep my hands off her anymore and move them to take her by the waist to hasten her slow pace. My cock aches, needing to set my seed free.
The friction becomes hot, and her juices begin flowing as her body gives up the fight and let's go. Her orgasm tugs me into the abyss, and then I burst into her. “Fuck!” I growl as I come.
“God!” she screams as her body milks me for every last drop it can get.
When I open my eyes, I can’t stop staring at her body, glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Tears run down her cheeks in rivers.
I want to tell her the truth. I want her to know that this isn’t the only time. But I can’t do that. She wouldn’t understand. What I have to do isn’t a thing I want to do. But it has to be done.
Lifting her off me, I lie her back on the floor before getting up to get the pill out of the pocket of my pants. It’s what’s best for her right now.
Her hands cover her face as she cries softly. She doesn’t see me when I place the pill between my front teeth and cover it with my lips.
Going back to her, I move her hands, lower myself over her, and kiss her deeply. So deeply that she doesn’t even notice when the pill leaves my mouth and goes down her throat.
Sweet dreams, Isabella.
Chapter 8
Isabella
“Isabella?” I hear a man ask.
I can’t see well. Everything is blurry, and I feel like I just woke up. “What?” I ask the man whose voice I don’t recognize at all.
I wonder if I’m in the hospital and if the voice belongs to a doctor. I don’t remember what happened to me at all.
Feeling a hand on my arm, I can tell it’s a man’s hand, and the way I’m leaning against him, I know he’s holding me up. When I look up to try to see who it is, all I see is a blurry blob.
“Do you promise to cherish and obey this man?” the voice asks me.
“Um . . .” I’m not sure what to say. But I figure this has to be a weird dream, so I go along with it. “Yes.”
“Carlo, do you promise to cherish this woman for the rest of your life?” the man asks.
Smiling to myself, I understand things perfectly now. I’m dreaming, and the dream is that I’m marrying Carlo. And when he answers, “I do,” I laugh.
I hear others laughing behind me and turn my head to find lots of fuzzy blobs. They become a little clearer after I blink several times. My vision improving, I turn back to Carlo and find him looking at me with a stern expression.
I hear a man clearing his throat and see that a Catholic priest is standing in front of us. “Isabella, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“This is crazy,” I whisper to myself, but I nod. “I do.”
The priest looks at Carlo—and so do I. He asks, “Carlo, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
He looks at me with smoldering eyes. “I do.”
“You may exchange rings now,” the priest says.
