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“Of course I do. You told me to keep it on. They would have to cut my finger off before this ring left my finger. It’s the only thing that kept me sane. Whenever I touched it, I thought of you. It centered me. You centered me.”
“You don’t know me,” I say, in awe of her.
“Don’t you see, Fabrizio?” she says as I reach around her and turn the shower on as hot as it will go, letting steam fill the room.
“See what?” I ask.
“Don’t you see that you’re mine?”
“Mine,” I say kissing her again, remembering our one and only day together before this. “We have so much lost time to make up for, Fawn.”
“Let’s start now,” she says stepping into the shower. She moans again and it goes straight to my balls.
“Fuck, Fawn. You gotta stop doing that,” I groan in response.
“Now that I see what it does to you,” she says looking down at my cock, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll never stop.” I watch as she washes her body with my soap.
I step into the shower with her watching the water sluice down her body and over the curve of her hip. I long to follow it with my tongue, instead I trace the route with my index finger. She shivers under my touch.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“Like what?” I reply, knowing full just exactly how I am looking at her.
“Like you want to eat me.”
“Because I do, Fawn, I say, backing her up to the wall. Kneeling in front of her, I part her silky thighs and dive into her pussy. Licking her from top to bottom. She fists her hands in my hair as I toy with her. Finally, she pulls my hair hard enough to stop my actions.
“Fuck me, Fabrizio,” she demands and I have no choice but to comply. Lifting her up, I slide into her slowly, pausing briefly when I break through her innocence. I feel ten feet tall right now.
I’ll never get tired of this. I wasn’t there to protect her when she was taken from me. There won’t be a second time. Fawn is mine now, I can’t help but wonder how soon I can marry her.
Chapter Six
Fawn
Still dripping wet, in more than one way, he carries me from the shower to his bed without bothering to dry us off. He’s still inside of me and I never want him to go. He’s strong and impossibly big with a nice thick mat of chest hair that would make Tom Selleck jealous. As soon as I am on my back, my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him as close to me as possible. I start to move my hips, needing more. I am moaning when he slams in and out of me, picking up his pace. He’s perfect and he knows just what he’s doing. I am not going to think about how he got so good at this. Lowering his head, he pulls my left nipple into his mouth. He bites down, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Oh, God! Fabrizio,” I cry as my pussy tightens around his cock. I can feel him pulsing within me, our hearts beating as one as he fills me with his seed.
I lose track of just how many times he makes me come, but when I am too exhausted to go on, he hands me a t-shirt of his, which I pull over my head.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” he says kissing me again. I lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how close that was. Prior to being kidnapped, I never would have thought that I could defend myself, rescue myself, or demand that a man fuck me, but now? Now, I can do all those things and… I like it. I am not the girl I was four weeks ago. I don’t recognize myself anymore, but the change is welcome. I just hope Fabrizio is on board with the new me, not that he really knew the old me well enough to be disappointed. I turn to look just as the door swings open again and he comes back in carrying a tray. Sitting up, he sets it down in front of me. He’s brought me chicken parmesan, my favorite, and a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Hungrily, I scarf it down in a very, very unladylike manner while he watches me.
“Thank you,” I say, wiping my mouth on the napkin he brought, remembering my manners.
“You’re welcome. Do you need more?” he asks, a concerned look washing over his face.
“Oh, God. No. I’m stuffed. It was delicious.”
“Ma will be pleased you enjoyed it,” he says brushing my unruly and unbrushed but clean bangs out of my face. I need a haircut.
“I’m sleepy,” I say right before yawning.
