Page 61 of Aldo

With every touch, he healed me. Reclaimed me in a way that left no doubt of his feelings. I felt his love settle into my heart, my soul, my very being.

And for the first time, I belonged.

To him.

He lifted my chin, smiling. “And I belong to you.”

“Make me yours again, Aldo.”

Moments later, we were skin to skin, our clothes left behind on the floor, discarded quickly. His body covered mine, the heat and weight of him welcome. Needed. We kissed endlessly. Touched everywhere. Reacquainted ourselves with each other until we were breathless and aching with desire. He hovered over me as he slid inside, and I wrapped my legs around him, groaning at the feeling of rightness. He stilled, shutting his eyes. “This,” he murmured. “Always this.”

He began to move, our eyes holding, the passion between us quickly becoming an inferno. The slide and feel of him inside me was overwhelming. The heat of our bodies pressed together, a fire that raged. My orgasm caught me off guard, fast and intense. He rode it out, never faltering as I quaked and cried out his name. He sat back, pulling me upright, surrounding me with his body, his embrace tight. He buried his face into my neck, driving into me harder and faster, catching me back up in another wave of pleasure so intense, I whimpered.

“Give me another one,” he demanded, his movements sharp and powerful.

I fell again, and he came with me, our orgasms long, loud, and so satisfying.

Then we dropped back to the bed, sated, exhausted, and happy.

For now.

He kissed my brow. “I’m taking you home, and we’re doing that all over again, baby. In our bed.”

I snuggled closer. “Okay. Nap first.”

He laughed softly. “Nap first.”

ALDO

Vi fell asleep, and I stared down at her in wonder. I had missed her silken skin and the taste of her, musky and rich on my tongue. I loved how she felt under my hands. The way she blossomed and moved with me. Her scent was intoxicating, and I inhaled it, greedy and wanting.

How I could have denied the love I felt for her was a mystery. It was all so clear now. She was my everything. The one thing I refused to give up. I understood the sudden change in Luca now. Violet Nelson had become the epicenter of my world, and now it would revolve around her.

Always.

I had been an idiot. No doubt I would be again. I pressed a gentle kiss to her head, knowing she would somehow forgive me next time.

She stirred, and I pulled her tighter to my chest. “Time to go?” she mumbled.

“Soon, baby.”

“M’kay.”

She was out again, and with a sigh, I shut my eyes, relaxing into sleep. We were both going to need it for what I had planned.

It was late when we woke up the next day. I had woken up around two, and we had dressed and come back to the house, Vi laughing as I swooped her into my arms and carried her over the threshold.

“We’re not married yet,” she admonished me.

“Don’t care. We’re walking in as official. I get to carry you.”

“I never thought someone could with how tall I am.”

“I’ll carry you anywhere.”

Then I took her upstairs to our room and fucked her. Once on the bed, then in the shower, and finally, lazy and slow under the blankets, as dawn broke through the night, filling the room with its diffused splendor.

Then we slept, wrapped around each other.