Page 140 of Sicilian Sunset


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Up and down my hands move, and at last, he throws his head back in ecstasy and rises to standing, water dripping off his delectable body. Without hesitation, I take him into my mouth and suck him as if my life depended on it.

Tiero gathers the hair from my face, wanting an unobstructed view of his length disappearing into my eager mouth. I find a rhythm that has him moan, and soon he can’t hold back any longer and begins to thrust rapidly in and out.

His face contorts with the strain to hold back just a little longer, but he loses the fight. Tiero grabs my head and holds me still as he erupts down my throat with a strangled groan. His savory taste explodes on my tongue, and I clean him up with long strokes before letting go of him with a tender kiss to the tip of his beautiful cock.

“Princess, if this is how you comfort me when I lose a game, I never want to win again,” Tiero says, voice still husky.

I smile up at him, pleased with myself as he slides back into the water.

“I have a present for you,” he says softly, still enjoying the after-effects of his climax.

My brows furrow as I look at him. “You’ve given me so much already, Tiero. I don’t need another present.”

“I want to give this to you.” He leans over the edge of the hot tub and rummages through a bag. “I saw it when I was out earlier, and it screamed your name.”

“Oh? There are things other than you screaming my name?”

“Princess, I don’t scream your name.” Tiero pretends to be affronted.

“True, you moan it… loudly. And it’s music to my ears.” And it really is.

There’s no better sound than Tiero in passion when he lets go. I should make a recording, so I can listen to it when I play with myself.

Tiero doesn’t reply, but smirks, his eyes gleaming with mirth. He hands me a square, flat box the size of a drink coaster.

Thank goodness, it’s not another ring-sized box. I take it and open it gingerly. My eyes are immediately drawn to a beautiful sapphire pendant. It is gorgeous.

Though simplistic in its design, there’s nothing modest about it. Set in white gold, an array of small perfectly clear sapphires form the shape of a star. A halo of tiny round diamonds finishes the edging, creating a mirror-like shine. An elegant, thin, white gold necklace holds the pendant. I gape at it, speechless, my hands shivering.

“Do you like it?” Tiero asks, his breath teasing my neck.

“I love it. It’s stunning.”

“Not nearly as stunning as you.” Tiero takes the necklace from its box and puts it around my neck.

Fastening it, he says, “It matches your earrings. But I admit it’s probably a bit fancy to wear every day, so I got you another one.”

He turns to get something else out of the bag. Smiling, he hands me another velvety box.

Words escape me. Nobody has ever spoiled me so much.

With trembling hands, I take it from him and open it.

Oh my God, it’s official… Gualtiero De Marco is the most wonderful man on the planet.

“I wanted you to have something you can wear every day and think of me,” Tiero whispers into my ear, placing a gentle kiss on my neck.

I’m staring at the necklace in my hands. It’s a smooth silver chain with three slightly larger chain-links in the middle, each having an intricate charm pendant attached. I take it out of the box to admire it more closely.

It’s gorgeous and undoubtedly will become my favorite piece of jewelry.

“The angel is there because you were my guardian angel the day we met,” Tiero explains as my finger glides over the highly detailed figure. What craftsmanship. Even the feathers in the angel’s wings are beautifully outlined, despite the small size.

“The heart pendant in the middle was the hardest to pick. Do you have any idea how many types of heart charms there are? I chose that one because the entire heart is made from one sapphire, and the blue matches your eyes… and your earrings. But more importantly, I picked a heart because you’ve touched mine so deeply, cuore mio.”

Cuore mio, my heart… He’s been calling me that for a while. And now he’s making it part of his goodbye gift… can this man be any more swoony?

“And the crown… well, you are my princess… and always will be.”

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