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I fall to my knees too, in front of him. His hands fly to my face before he kisses me. The taste of him electrifies my body, shooting a substance far more powerful than adrenaline into my bloodstream. I pant, but even when I need to breathe, I still can't pull away.
“I fell in love with you,” I confess, swearing to myself never again to miss an opportunity to tell him how I feel. “I love you, Vittorio, and nothing has ever hurt as much as the idea of never being able to tell you that.” He brushes his face against mine, his deep exhales seeming to relieve him with every second.
“Oh,bambina.” His lips fit mine again and our kiss resumes, slow, exploring, delicious. “You're going to tell me this every day, forever, for the rest of our lives and that's not an order I'm going to accept a no to,” he murmurs with his mouth glued to mine, making me smile.
“Yes,” I reply. “Yes.” Because of course this moment between Vittorio and I could never be ordinary.
It needed to take place amid the wreckage of a church, with a trail of bodies and blood marking every meter of space around us. A trail that my fallen angel blazed just to get to me.
“Marry me, Gabriella?” he asks suddenly, and my eyes widen before blinking. “Be mine, completely mine, in every bit of you?” Our bodies are so pressed together that I can feel Vittorio's heart just as he can feel mine. The two beat frantically and yet at the same rhythm.
“To care for and to destroy, Don. You have all the pieces of me, all my heart and all my yeses, for the rest of our lives,” I promise, because even though he's asking, the truth is that each of these parts of me they had already become irrevocably his long ago, when he claimed them, still in Brazil.
“No one but me,” he promises.
“Nobody but you.” And with the guarantee of my complete submission, Vittorio kisses me again.
***
I wake up, anxious, when I realize that I slept.
The heat, surrounding my body is just right. The smell is my favorite addiction, the sound is the one I've become accustomed to lulling me to sleep every night, but the taste in my mouth seems too dull to be enough. I open my eyes in a hurry, needing to confirm with each of my senses that everything really happened. That he is here.
“Ciao, amore mio.” The deep voice increases the rhythm of my heartbeat until it is punching my rib cage.
“Ciao,” I reply, already feeling my eyes burning.
“Are you going to cry?” Vittorio asks, lifting himself over my body, on the bed. His warmth envelops me even more as he supports his own weight above me.
“Perhaps?” His hoarse laugh steals another breath of relief from me. I raise my hand and touch his cheek.
“You are here, for real. You are here.” He lowers his face, fitting his nose into my neck and smelling me before teasing the skin there. My spine shivers.
“Sorry it took me so long,” he says, increasing the uncontrollable feeling in my chest. “I know I will never forgivemyself, Bella. But I wish you would,” he says, pulling his face back to look into my eyes.
“I love you,” I respond, because it only took a few minutes of being conscious and in his presence for keeping the words inside me to become suffocating. “I love you,” I repeat, and Vittorio gives me a small smile.
“And who do you belong to?”
“To you, sir. Just you.”
“And I to you,mia bambina, to possess and protect, for the rest of our lives.”
His lips descend on mine, dominating my mouth in a slow kiss that spreads his taste on my tongue and the need for his touch on every one of my nerves.
I don't know at what point between our departure from the church and our arrival in this room I fell asleep. I remember very vaguely a shower, but my body and mind were so exhausted that as soon as they felt safe, they blacked out, without even demanding the satisfaction of the need that now seems to consume me from the inside out: to be claimed completely.
The sheet covering our bodies falls when Vittorio gets up, kneeling on the bed and bringing me with him, placing me sitting with my ass on the mattress and my thighs open, flanking his.
His hands sneak under the thin fabric of the nightshirt I'm wearing and roll it up until the only part of my body that was covered is bare. He flings the fabric away, separating our mouths just long enough to do so.
My lips are already professing moans and murmurs, responding to the excitement coursing through my skin and the moisture soaking my legs. All I needed to feel like I was about togo crazy were a few touches of Vittorio's hands and the feel of his mouth on mine.
He breaks the kiss, licks my chin and neck, and sucks my throat, then returns to my lips. Our bodies seek and move on their own. Vittorio lifts me, holding my thighs, and I cross my legs around his waist. I feel the delicious pressure the moment the head of his cock fits into my super lubricated entrance. It slides down the front of my luscious pussy, teasing my swollen clit and I wiggle, needing to return it to where it hurts and slide it inside.
I gasp with my mouth glued to Vittorio's as soon as the first thrust begins, it is slow and long, sweeping any ounce of doubt I might still have about this moment being reality, or not, far away from me. It's real, it's completely real.
I press my fingers against Vittorio's shoulders, wanting to mark his skin, as I have no doubt, he is marking mine. His tongue licks me, and his lips suck me while his hips move in and out of me, slowly, deliciously, maddeningly with each inhalation and exhalation we take together, keeping the rhythms of our heartbeats the same.
