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“Elio, please,” I whimper. “Please, I’m so close,” I cry.

He doesn’t stop. He sucks hard as he fucks me deeper. Feeling his cock in me, it’s stretching me with every single thrust.

I’m whimpering, unable to control it. I’m so damn close. My entire body is ready to teeter over the edge.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come for me.”

He grits his teeth, his gaze back on me as he thrusts deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

I claw at his back as my orgasm hits into me like a hurricane. I cry out, my body arching as my vision blurs. I come long and hard, crying out his name as I do.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and just like that, yet another orgasm tumbles over me.

He grits his teeth and hammers into me. He’s close too. I can feel his cock swelling.

“Please, Elio, come,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Fuck,” he snarls. He bottoms out inside of me, and his cock swells even more as he releases his cum inside of me.

Both of our bodies are shaking with the aftermath of our orgasms. I’m unable to catch my breath. I’m so spent that I feel as though I can’t even raise my head.

He presses a kiss against my lips. “Ti voglio bene, moglie mia,” he says, and the fierceness in those brown eyes has me shivering in delight. (I love you, my wife.)

He pulls out of me and collapses onto the couch beside me.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I turn on my side and face him. “That was beyond amazing. Better than anything I could have ever dreamed of.”

He runs his hand along my cheek. “It was amazing,” he agrees. “And we’ll be doing it over and over again.”

I nod, unable to keep the smile off my face. “I’m hungry,” I say, just as my stomach starts to rumble.

He chuckles. “I’ll grab our plates and we can eat in bed. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

I watch as he reaches for our plates, his ass on full display. It’s nice and pert. So damn cute.

I’m so happy. Never did I think we’d end up here, but I’m so glad that we have.

I think we’re going to be okay, that I’m going to be blissfully happy with Elio. That our marriage is going to be great.

THIRTY-TWO

ELIO

My chest aches as if something touched it. The feeling pulls me from my sleep, and I reach out for whatever it was, knowing instantly that they’re touching the ugly red scars. I pause as I remember the heat and smell of burning flesh and push the memories away, because I can’t let them take me over again. I beat back the memories and open my eyes, relieved to see Teagan’s wide gray eyes looking at me with sorrow.

Fuck. I gripped a hold of her wrist in my sleep. I’m still not used to anyone touching me.

She tentatively reaches out again, this time her movements gentle as her fingers brush the rough, raised skin on my chest. Her eyes are still wide and filled with tears.

“Don’t cry,mia amata,” I tell her, hating that she’s crying for me.

“I’m so sorry,” she tells me. “So sorry that he did this to you. You didn’t deserve it.”

I reach out for her, tilting her chin so that she looks at me. Those big gray eyes of hers, watery and filled with pain. “I deserve a fuck of a lot of things, baby. I’ve done things that would make others squirm. I’m not a good man.”

She shakes her head. “No,” she hisses. “I know I shouldn’t say this, but I don’t care what you’ve done. I know the evil that’s in this world, Elio. I’ve felt it. But you’re not that. Not to me, not anymore. I wish that I could take away your pain.”

“No,” I snarl. She’s had enough fucking pain to last a lifetime.

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