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"Ti amo anch'io," I reply, nestling into his embrace. As we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, I realize that our love is more than just passion and desire. It's a fierce determination to face whatever challenges lie ahead together. “And I am sorry, truly.”
“Darling,” he mutters. “Even if we had known that the Russians were after you and not me, we’d have fought for you. This changes nothing.”
“Truly?” I ask in disbelief. “Won’t the other dons be upset?”
"Sei la loro famiglia. Ucciderebbero per te, anche adesso, – You’re their family, they’d kill for you. Even now – he explains.
I sit there in awe, processing this. I thought my confession would bring anger and reproof. Instead, I realize at this moment that Philippe is the safest person I’ve ever known. With him, I need not harbor a single fear.
I lean over and kiss him, fast, furious, hungry.
As Philippe's hands find the hem of my shirt, his eyes never leaving mine, I can't help but exhale a shaky breath. The intensity of our earlier conversation still lingers in the air, but now it's mixed with an electric current of anticipation.
"Let me take care of you," Philippe murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. Slowly, he lifts my dirty, torn dress over my head and gently tosses it aside. His hands move to unclasp my bra, andas the fabric falls away, his gaze roams over my exposed skin, admiration sparkling in his blue eyes.
"Beautiful," he whispers, leaning down to press a tender kiss to my collarbone. The warmth of his lips sends shivers down my spine, and I reach out to steady myself against his strong shoulders.
"Come," he says softly, taking my hand and leading me toward the bathroom. I can't wait to feel the hot water cascading down my body, washing away the stress and fear of the day.
Philippe helps me step into the shower, the warm water immediately enveloping us both. He takes a moment to adjust the temperature, ensuring it's just right. As we stand under the spray, Philippe reaches for a bottle of body wash and begins to lather the soap between his hands.
"Close your eyes," he instructs, his voice gentle yet commanding. I obey, feeling vulnerable yet safe in his presence. Philippe's soapy hands glide over my body, massaging my tense muscles and washing away the dirt and grime from our ordeal.
He washes my hair, massages my neck and shoulders and scrubs my back. Then he continues to my legs, lifting each foot to scrub my soles. I want to cry. It's incredibly intimate, and I'm overcome with gratitude for this man who loves me so fiercely.
Then he stands behind me, nudging my legs apart with his knee, and massages my breasts. Finally, he rests his hands softly on my belly.
The emotions of nearly losing this wonderful man today catch up with me. As Philippe rinses the bubbles from my skin, I drop to my knees, the water droplets beading on my skin as I reach for Philippe's semi-erect cock.
"Let me taste you," I murmur, staring up at him with vulnerable longing in my eyes. He gives me a small nod, and I take him into my mouth, licking his cock with my tongue. I take his dick deep and suck on it, popping it in and out.
I can feel him growing harder, his breaths becoming heavier as desire builds within him.
"Ti amo, Tatiana," he gasps, his fingers tangling in my wet hair as I continue to pleasure him. The taste of him on my lips and the feel of his body, so strong, is intoxicating. I want nothing more than to be one with this man.
"Ah,amore mio,"he groans, his grip tightening as he approaches the edge. But just before he reaches his climax, I pull away, leaving him panting and wanting more.
"Tonight, we love each other completely," I promise him, standing back up and pressing my body against his.
Philippe lifts me in his strong arms, carrying me out of the shower and to the bedroom. I feel like a queen in his grasp, my body tingling with anticipation. He lays me down gently on the soft sheets, our gazes locked as we share this intimate moment.
"Ti amo, Tatiana,"he whispers, lowering himself to my chest and taking one of my breasts into his mouth. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but run my fingers through his wet hair as he lavishes attention on my cherry nipples.
"Ah,amore mio,"I moan, arching my back to press myself further into his warm mouth. His tongue flicks over my erect nipple, causing me to gasp before moving to the other breast, treating it with equal care and passion.
His hand trails down my body, stopping between my legs. I open myself up to him without hesitation, trusting him completely. His fingers glide across my clit, teasing me gently before slipping inside my already-soaked pussy.
"Philippe," I whimper, feeling the pressure build within me as he moves his fingers expertly, hitting all the right spots and driving me wild. "Please, don't stop."
"Never, my love," he responds, his voice thick with desire. He sucks harder on my nipple, alternating between gentle nibbles and deep, swirling licks. My breath catches in my throat as the pleasure overtakes me, and I surrender to the waves of ecstasy crashing through my body.
"Philippe!" I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, my body trembling beneath him. He doesn't let up, continuing to finger me even as my climax begins to ebb, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.
"Are you ready for me,amore?" Philippe asks, his blue eyes filled with passion and love. I nod my heart and body in total surrender to this man. He positions himself between my legs, lifting them above his shoulders as he aligns his throbbing cock with my entrance.
"Always," I breathe, and he pushes into me, filling me up. Our moans mingle in the air as he begins to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first but quickly gaining speed.
"Ah, Tatiana..." he groans, gripping my thighs tightly as he drives into me with abandon. As if to remind us both that we are alive. His passion leaves me breathless. I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper, harder.
