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“Madonna mia!” Gabriella screams as she leaves her bedroom suite and finds me sitting on her bed.

She stops the movement of the hand that was drying her hair with a towel, brings the other to her chest and closes her eyes, scared. I smile at the typically Italian reaction in the Brazilian's mouth and gestures and seeing her in such a banal moment, after the last few weeks, expel a sigh of relief from me.

“Ciao, Bella.”

“You are still home?” she asks, squinting her eyes once more before opening them, and I raise an eyebrow at her.

“I thought the time when you thought I was bad company was behind me.” She gives me a tiny smile that seems like a treasure compared to her recent behavior.

I reach for her, and Gabriella comes to me, fitting herself between my legs. I notice the exact moment when she thinks that my presence here might mean something, because her eyes light up and her posture increases a few millimeters. It's the first time in my life that I've had the urge to lie.

“I thought you had already left. I woke up alone,” she says, looking down, and I rest my chin on the strip of skin between her breasts, exposed by the neckline of the robe she's wearing.

“I left, but I came back.”

“Any news?”

“Not yet.” Her shoulders slump far beyond the millimeters that had been lifted by hope.

“But I didn't come empty-handed.” Gabriella turns her face, looking over her shoulder at my hands resting on her back.

“They look pretty empty to me,” she jokes, and I fold my lips into my mouth, studying her face.

This morning has barely begun, and it already seems full of small reactions that I would give anything to see perpetuated. I decide to test. Slowly, I slide my hands down until they are full of Gabriella's ass.

“Full enough?” She bites her lower lip and lifts one of her hands from my shoulder to my cheek.

“You said you didn't come empty-handed. You didn't say you stopped here to fill them.” I smile and kiss the skin where I rested my chin right after I moved my face back.

“Put on some clothes, Gabriella, and I'll show you what is filling my hands, after all.”

“Any clothes?”

“Pants.” She nods, and I kiss her skin again before Gabriella turns to obey.

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“You bought a new horse,” Gabriella says after silently observing the stables' new resident for several minutes.

The mare is an Akhal-Teke[78] with a mixed coat. Most of its body is caramel, but there are large white spots that make it a unique sight. It is a splendid animal and different from those I usually invest in, extremely docile.

“You have a new mare.” Gabriella turns to face me with wide eyes.

“Me? She's mine?” she asks, alternating her gaze between the mare and me, and it's impossible to contain the smile that spreads across my face. I nod my head, agreeing. “Are you giving me a mare?” She asks in all letters and this time I use words to answer her.

“I am.” Gabriella blinks with her eyes half-open for a few seconds, before smiling.

Not the shadow of a smile or a little twitch of the lips, my girl really smiles and fuck! I feel the movement in every part of my body. Gabriella goes a step further.

She lunges at me in a completely unexpected movement, touching our lips gently before pulling away as suddenly as she approached. Her eyes darted around us nervously, settling on the employees working in the stables, as if only then had Gabriella realized what she had just done.

“Sorry.” I tilt my neck and close the small distance she placed between us, unable to satisfy myself with such an absurdly small dose of my addiction.

My fingers search the back of her neck and waist while my eyes study every slightest reaction on her face to my approach. There is no better word than assault to describe what I do with her mouth.

I kiss Gabriella with a hunger that isn't for sex, it's for her. I miss the smile and spontaneity she just gave me after weeks ofdepriving me of them. She's panting when I separate my mouth from hers, but I keep our bodies pressed together.

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