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"More, Gio... please," she moans, her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for the release she craves.
"Do you want to come again, my love?"
"Please, Gio... I do," she whimpers, her body trembling with need.
"Then let go for me," I encourage her as I thrust even harder, sweat dripping from my brow. She's such a good girl, taking everything I give her with grace and passion.
Her nipple finds its way into my mouth, and I suckle it hungrily while reaching down to press a finger against her throbbing clit. The moment I touch her there, I feel her walls clench around my cock, and she comes undone with a mixture of praise and curses spilling from her lips. Her screams of ecstasy fill the church, creating an intoxicating symphony of pleasure.
As she returns from the heights of her orgasm, Lulu looks at me with a sultry smile. "I still want more," she admits, her eyes dark with desire.
"Of course you do," I grin, already knowing that our night together has only just begun. I pull out of her wet heat, kneeling in front of her. The taste of her orgasm still lingers on my tongue, and I can't resist licking her thighs and folds once more, savoring the delicious flavor.
"Get my cock as wet as you can, Lucia," I command, standing up and moving towards her mouth. She doesn't hesitate, taking me in eagerly and coating me with her saliva until I'm slick and ready.
I guide myself back to the juncture between her legs, which she spreads wide for me like a beautiful offering. Slowly, ever so slowly, I enter her tight asshole.
"God, Lulu, you're taking me all in so beautifully." All the while, I rub her swollen clit, loving the sounds she makes as I sink deeper inside her.
"Ah, Gio... you feel amazing," she moans loudly, the sound echoing through the church like beautiful music. "You're my perfect, pretty wife," I tell her. "Taking my cock and making me lose control. I can't hold on much longer," I admit, feeling the pressure building as her tight grip squeezes me. I rub her clit faster, and she cries out.
"It's too much," she moans. "I'm going to come again!"
"Let go with me," I urge her, refusing to relent as I continue to stimulate her. I feel her walls clench again, and finally, I let go, filling her with my seed as we both topple over the edge together. Her name escapes my lips like a prayer, sealing this passionate offering of love between us.
ChapterForty-Eight
The beautiful hotel lobby downtown evokes a sense of grandeur and tranquility all at once. Of course Giovanni had thought of everything and already had a duffle bag of my belongings ready for me in the car, so that I could shed some of the past few days off of my skin. I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I step into the elegant hotel room, leaving behind the chaos of the day. The scent of fresh linen and lavender fills the air, further soothing my frazzled nerves.
"Lulu!" Sofia's voice reaches me before her tiny arms wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. My mother follows suit, tears streaming down her face as we all collapse to our knees, hugging each other fiercely.
"Mi hija," my mother whispers, her voice breaking. "I heard what you did... You shouldn't have."
Looking into her eyes, I reply with conviction, "It was the only choice I had, Mama. I'd do it all over again if it meant securing you and Sofia's freedom. You both matter the most to me."
Giovanni watches us from a respectful distance, his piercing eyes softening with empathy. After some time, he clears his throat gently and suggests, "Maybe Lulu and I should go get some rest. We can all reconvene tomorrow after a good night's sleep."
"Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight, Sofia." I hug them both one last time before following Giovanni into the adjoining room.
As soon as the door closes behind us, an indescribable relief fills me. The room is spacious and tastefully decorated, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline. A bouquet of fresh flowers sits on the polished wooden dresser, their sweet fragrance mingling with the faint scent of leather emanating from the plush armchair.
"Lucia," Giovanni breathes, pulling me into a warm embrace. "I am so grateful to be able to call you my wife." He kisses me tenderly, and for a moment, I feel like we're the only two people in the world.
"Does Mama know we're married?" I ask, pulling back slightly. He shakes his head, and I feel a pang of guilt. "She can't know I got married without her there."
Giovanni smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. I've already planned an actual wedding ceremony and reception that everyone will be jealous of." His words are laced with humor, but deep down, I know he means it.
"When is it?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued.
"One week from now," he replies, wrapping his arms around me once more. The emotions from the day finally catch up to me, and tears begin to pour out of my eyes.
Giovanni cradles me in his strong arms, carrying me to the large, inviting bed that dominates the room. Its plush pillows and silky sheets seem to beckon for us to seek solace within its embrace. He lays me down gently, holding me close as I continue to cry, releasing all the pent-up emotions from the day's events.
"Tell me what's wrong," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't hold anything back."
I take a deep, shuddering breath. "I know Alejandro had to die, but I've never killed anyone before." The weight of the gun in my hand returns to haunt me, the sensation so vivid it feels real. "I don't know how to process it - the way he fell down in front of me..."
Giovanni brushes a stray hair away from my tear-streaked face. "What you're feeling is normal. Don't try to bottle it up. These things are never easy."
