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CHAPTER7
Pia
When I open the door, all the breath leaves my body. I’m so nervous for Dario to see me in this nightgown. Everything has happened so fast, and I’m not sure what to make of it all.
One thing I do know: I want Dario to see me for who I am.
His eyes immediately rake me over as I step into the bedroom. I tug at the hem of the dress, feeling exposed. Dario doesn’t say anything for a moment. All he does is look at me. His expression tells me that he likes what he sees, and I wonder if he’s going to pounce on me again. I’m unsure if I have the will to stop him from doing that, even though I know we shouldn’t rush into anything physical. I’m still processing everything that has happened today. I can’t get caught up in the thrill he provides me.
Dario finally speaks. “You’re a vision. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to resist you sleeping next to me in bed tonight.”
I blush at his words.
I point to the bed, then put my hands up to my face, miming sleep.
“You’re right. We’ll just go to bed. But damn, it’s going to be tough.”
I smile as I slip under the covers. Dario knows how to flatter a woman, that’s for sure.
The minute my head hits the pillow, I’m amazed by how comfortable the bed is. My bed in my tower was lumpy from years of never being changed. This is another luxury Dario is giving me.
He gets into bed next to me, and the warmth from his body reminds me of how warm he felt on top of me. I want to roll over and press myself against him to feel that warmth again, but I don’t. I keep a distance between us.
It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep. The sheer exhaustion from the day has finally caught up to me.
I don’t dream. It’s just blackness around me until I wake up in the morning. Immediately, I don’t recognize where I am, and I start thrashing around to get the covers off me.
“Pia, careful. It’s ok.”
I pause and look over to see Dario next to me, the corners of his lips tugged down in concern. Then I remember. I’m in his room, not my tower. I’m married, and Dario is my husband. This is my new home.
I slump back against the mattress, breathing deeply to calm myself.
Dario reaches out a hand and traces his fingers up and down my arm. “You’re safe here, with me. You don’t need to be afraid any longer.”
Easier said than done. A surge of anxiety passes through me as the image of my mother in my father’s arms as he kills her flashes through my mind. It’s the image I always wake up to, and I can’t seem to shake it.
I hate it. I wish I could push it away, but there it is, as usual.
I look at Dario, rumpled from sleep from his hair to his shirt. Somehow, he looks even more handsome in the light of the morning.
Without hesitating, I lean forward and press my lips to his. I’m desperate to stop thinking about my pain. I want to experience something fun for the first time.
Dario responds quickly, putting his hand behind my head and pulling me in closer. Our kiss deepens as his tongue presses against mine. His lips are so soft, and they feel like what I imagine heaven to be. His grip on my head comforts me as I’ll always be safe in his arms.
He growls low in his throat as he rolls me onto my back. Our lips never part, neither of us wanting to lose the other. His warmth on top of me is starting to feel like home. I never want to leave.
I gasp into his mouth as he brings a hand down to cup one of my breasts. The sensation thrills me. I never knew it could be so consuming. I sigh into him as he rubs his thumb against my nipple. Even though my nightgown is between us, I can feel everything.
“Pia,” he says darkly as he trails kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking responsive.” My legs begin to rub together at his words, searching for some kind of release. He squeezes my breast, and wetness forms between my legs.
“God, I want you to fucking badly. Let me have you. Let me have all of you.” He presses a hot kiss against my neck. My legs squeeze together tighter.
It would be so easy to give in to Dario. Despite our short time together, we have an obvious connection. But everything is still so new to me. I can’t rush this, even though everything inside me screams to let go. I still have that tiny voice at the back of my head that reminds me to listen to my father. He wouldn’t approve.
And that thought stops me.
I scoot out from under Dario and gently pull his hand off my breast.
