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And he heard himself say, “I love you just as much.”
Misty gasped.
He stared at her steadily. Now had been the right time to tell her how he felt and so he did.
Heart bursting with emotion, Misty pushed him to the work table.
Domenico laughed as Misty kept pushing him until he finally lied on top of the kitchen work table on his back. “Misty?” But his breath hitched as she slowly undressed in front of him. His c**k rose in response when she stood before him, fully naked.
“I love you,” she whispered just before she unzipped his jeans and climbed on top of him.
Domenico groaned when she straddled his lap and slowly impaled herself on his cock. She was already wet, and the knowledge drove him wild.
Misty’s eyes were wet but they were shining brightly, too. She lowered to kiss him, sucking on his tongue aggressively. Domenico let his wife take the lead and only gripped her h*ps in support as she fumbled for a rhythm that would suit them both.
“I love you,” she gasped just as she lowered herself on him again, the position causing Misty to press her cl*t against him in a way that made her head reel at the pleasure.
Realizing that she was struggling to find her rhythm again, Domenico grabbed her h*ps roughly again. “Let me,” he growled just before he drove his h*ps up.
She screamed, eyes rolling back, but Domenico wasn’t yet done. Pistoning his c**k in and out of her, Domenico simultaneously carried Misty’s body up and down to meet his thrusts.
When he felt himself nearing an orgasm, Domenico pulled her back down, catching one of her ni**les with her teeth. “Come for me, Misty. Now.”
She did so with a cry, and he spilled his load inside her, body convulsing at the strength of it but he never let her go.
Because Domenico loved her. He loved Misty, his wife, his princess, his woman.
No matter what happened now, no matter if she willed it, Domenico would never let her go.
Chapter Twelve
Dear Diary,
I have a confession.
It’s a good one. Domenico and I are in love. He’s finally told me he loved me, and life has been beyond wonderful – especially with Kevin safely turned and recovering quickly from his injuries.
Yesterday, Domenico took me a walk around the garden. And when the sun set, we f**ked. It was the most thrilling experience, knowing that someone would discover us anytime soon. Domenico had been fully clothed while I was na**d waist down, my pants tossed to the ground. He covered my mouth with his hand because I couldn’t stop sobbing at pleasure as he speared me again and again with his cock.
Tomorrow, he says we should take a tour around the brook in the far end of the estate.
I can’t wait.
Today, Misty and Domenico were going to have their first date.
Domenico had said they owed it to themselves, after everything. Soon, he had even promised they’d have the honeymoon that never was. The search for Matteo’s killer still continued, with promising leads that Domenico did not yet felt fit to share with Misty. But he did tell his wife about how his proposal was being positively reviewed now by the Lyccan Council, all thanks to the support he had consolidated from packs which had never been allied with the Morettis in the entire Lyccan history. Domenico knew that the alliances with the Castellanos, Cavaliers, Buenaventuras, and Fontabellas would never have happened without Misty at his side, and it was one of the hundreds of reasons he knew he should be thankful to his wife for.
“Are you going to tell me you love me?” Misty asked him as Domenico helped her out of the car for their first movie date.
When Domenico didn’t answer, she tugged at his shirtsleeve. He looked gorgeous and sexy in his dress shirt and jeans. Even the way he glanced down at her made her heart go crazy and her body heat up. Domenico stared down at her with a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes glinting as his gaze skimmed her face and caressed her body, focusing on the way the white knee-length dress molded to her curves faithfully.
The sight of that smile took her breath away.
Around her, other women were just as breathless, staring at Domenico.
She tugged at his shirtsleeve again.
“What is it?” Domenico asked.
“Tell me you love me,” she insisted with a grin.
He colored, as expected. Misty knew he was still unused to the fact that he loved her. “No.”
She pretended to pout. “Why not?”
“Because you’re not senile so I don’t have to tell you every second,” he retorted.
“If Jayme were my boyfriend---”
“If I had married the pack princess intended for me---”
“Okay, okay, I take it back,” she said quickly.
He curved an arm around her waist when they reached the ticket booth for movies. “What would you like to watch?”
She viewed the list of movies on the digital screen. “How about the action film?”
He laughed. “It’s okay. Don’t consider my preferences.”
“No, really. I like action movies, too.” She was surprised to see Domenico hesitate.
“Well, if you’re sure…”
Then she got it and she started to laugh. “You don’t like action movies!”
“I like it!”
“You’re lying,” she said laughingly.
Domenico rolled his eyes. “Okay, I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it either.”
She shook her head in wonder. “You’re the first guy I know who’s not into action movies.”
“You know that many guys?”
She stuck out her tongue. “Ha-ha.”
Domenico grinned. He had missed seeing this childish side of Misty’s. It made him realize just how much life with him had also changed Misty. In a way, it saddened him that because of Lyccan life Misty had become more mature. But Domenico didn’t regret it either. Misty had also become stronger and he wanted her that way. Above all things, he wanted to know that she would be strong enough to protect herself if there was a moment he was not by her side when she faced danger.
“I’m just sick of violence. It’s always been a part of a Lyccan’s life so in movies or books, I prefer to be free of it,” Domenico murmured as he pulled her close and inhaled her hair. He loved her scent and couldn’t get enough of it, smiling when his wife did his best not to wriggle, knowing that Misty was still adjusting to his newly discovered fondness for expressing his affection for her even in public.
She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. “Then we won’t ever watch one. Let’s always watch sappy rom-coms and cartoons---”
