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“Make it quick. The food is getting cold.” She disappeared, leaving us alone at last.
I inhaled a shaky breath, hardly able to believe what was happening. Tristan brushed the hair off my shoulder and pressed his lips there before whispering, “Look at me, Principessa, give me your eyes.”
Slowly, I turned in his arms, gazing up at him. “Is this real?”
“Does this feel real?” He pressed his lips to mine. Slow, uncertain, but full of passion.
“Tristan, we shouldn’t…”
“I know.” He touched his head to mine and inhaled deeply. “Later, when we’re alone.”
“You want this? You really want me?”
“Principessa, it’s not a case of what I do or don’t want anymore. The second you ran out of my apartment yesterday, I knew I’d fucked up. I’ve tried to fight it. Tried to tell myself that you deserve more. Deserve better… but I’m done fighting it. I’m done.” He swept his fingers along my neck and buried his fingers in my hair, inhaling a sharp breath. “We should probably go inside.”
“We should,” I whispered, my heart fluttering wildly.
“How do you think your father will handle the news?”
“Don’t worry,” I said with a tiny smirk, my heart so full that it felt ready to explode. “I’ll protect you.”
After all, it was my turn to save him.
EPILOGUE
ALESSIA
Ineeded to get up.
We were meeting my brother and his friends in less than two hours, but I was too comfortable to move.
“Hmm, this is nice,” Tristan nuzzled my neck, kissing and nipping the skin there, sending delicious shivers through me.
I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling to myself. Sometimes, I couldn’t believe we’d made it here.
It had been almost six weeks since we were taken by Jericho Mahoney’s men. A month since Tristan had turned up on my doorstep and announced to Nicco and Arianne, and then my father and Genevieve, that we wereinvolved.
Involved. I smirked again.
Such a mundane word to describe what I felt for this man.
“I already want you again,” he whispered against my ear. “How is that possible?” Tristan sucked my lobe, grazing the delicate skin with his teeth.
“We should probably get up and get ready,” I said. “I don’t want to be late.”
“We have time, plenty of time, Principessa.” He dragged me back into his chest, curving his strong powerful body around me.
Tristan was almost healed. But he hadn’t let that stop him from making love to me every opportunity he got. Which was more than I’d anticipated once news of our relationship reached my cousins.
Like Nicco, they were wary about it at first. Tristan was older than me. He worked for the Family—wasfamily—but despite his loyalty, there was still a messy history between his family and ours.
I didn’t care though. Even without their blessing, I wouldn’t have been able to walk away.
“I love you,” I purred, leaning back to find his mouth. Tristan captured my lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his hand slipping down my body and between my legs.
“Ti amo anch’io.” His fingers curled inside me and I smothered a moan. “You are always so ready for me,” he whispered, lifting my leg slightly and hooking it behind his thigh. His fingers were replaced with his thick, hard length. He rocked forward, inch by inch until he was seated inside me. “Fuck, Principessa, you feel… made for me.”
“Move,” I whispered, grinding back onto him. “I need you to move.”
