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I’d like to call her a lot of things. Beautiful. Jaw-dropping. Heart-stopping. Awe-inspiring. Strong. Mine. “What should I call you then?”
She has to tilt her head up to meet my eyes. Fire resides in her gaze. “Nothing. This meeting was a mistake. I never should have—”
I bring my hand to her lips and stop her from saying anything else. It has taken me a lifetime to get her here. I risked the strength and security of my family for her. I can’t lose her now that I’m on the precipice of having her. “Shh, Principessa. I will give you the world if you give me one thing.”
She trembles with fear and I’m afraid that I’ve scared her off. Her lips become a tight line of granite before she asks, “What do you want?” She knows. She knows before I even answer the question.
“Tonight, like you promised. Give me everything you have.” My heart is racing, thumping so hard that I swear she can hear it.
Willow threads her fingers together as they rest on the front of her dress. “You can have me until I leave this room. Then these talks are over, Alessandro. The war is over, likeyoupromised.”
I said if she was mine that it would end. I said it with the intention of having her forever. But if one night is all that I can get, I’ll take it. It’s all I need. She’ll see that there isn’t life beyond me and that I am her best hope for a bright future.
I grab her by the waist and pull her against me. The feeling of her body pressed against mine is almost more than I can bear. I’ve dreamt about this moment for years, tried to recreate it with willing women, but none of them made me feel a tenth of the way I feel about Willow. “Fine. Whatever you want. Just as long as I can have you.”
Her tongue comes out to wet her lips as she reaches up to press her hands feebly to my chest. “I’ve only ever been with one man,” Willow warns. “If your hope is that I’ll give you the best night of your life, you’re sorely mistaken. I was forced to be a passive participant in my old life. If you want a woman that can give you a night to remember, you’re wasting your time.”
I tighten my grip on her because what she says makes me love her even more. She isn’t a virgin, but she might as well be. Her experience with men has been limited to an abusive partner who never took her pleasure into consideration. I am not that kind of man.
“You could never be a waste of time, Willow. All I want is what I was promised years ago.” I was promised a life with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. I was promised marriage and a happily ever after. I was promised children and a family. I was promised a Christmas morning filled with presents and laughter. I was promised nights by the fireplace as we sipped on spiced bourbon. I was promised forever.
Willow doesn’t know that she’s going to give me all of that, but it will become clear in time. She’ll realize it soon enough.
I twist around until her back is against the door and I’m pressing against her. She is trapped between a rock and a hard place. I would love to take her back to my home and strip her down before falling into a bubble bath together, but she’s set the rules of our engagement.
I drop to my knees in front of her once more and decide that I’ll make do with what I have. I grab the hem of her dress and slip my hands beneath it. Her legs are silky smooth beneath my touch.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Willow hesitates.
With her dress draped over my arms, I feel around blindly until I find the waistband of her panties. I slowly start to peel them down her thighs. “He never touched you like this, did he?”
She gulps, a lump in her throat bobbing up and down as she swallows. “No,” Willow whispers. “I don’t know if you should do this.”
When the panties reach her ankles, I help her step out of them. I pocket the thin bit of fabric for later. When she’s gone, I’ll hold them to my nose and breathe in her scent. “I do whatever I want, Willow. But if I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop. I never want to do anything that hurts you.”
The deep breath she takes causes her chest to swell in anticipation. When she doesn’t respond, I take it a step further. I disappear beneath the dark red material, letting it drape on my back as I make my way to her center. The musky scent of her arousal fills my nostrils as I spread her legs for better access. Tongue pressed to her clit, she gasps and grabs the fabric of her dress.
Oh, little love,I think to myself,you have so much to learn.
I dip my tongue into her center and feast on her sticky sweet excitement. She is better than focaccia infused with olive oil. She is more divine than God. I speak his name blasphemously as I suckle on her sweetness.
Ricardo may have spent his days torturing this woman, but I will do the opposite. When I’m through with her tonight, she’ll know that I’ll only ever bring her pleasure. I will dedicate my life to Willow Carbone. No matter what it takes, no matter if I have to pull down the heavens and earth, she will be mine.
7
WILLOW
Ishould have said no. I should have come here with business in mind and conducted only that. I shouldn’t have let Alessandro catch me off guard with that story about meeting me all those years ago. I shouldn’t have let him explain what the war was about. I should have just demanded a cease-fire and left. I shouldn’t have worn this dress.
The folds of the fabric make me burn up beneath Alessandro’s touch. It isn’t his hands tickling my skin as he races them along the curve of my ass and thighs, but it helps. It’s the way his tongue makes similar movements in a place I thought long forbidden for that kind of thing. Ricardo would never have deigned to get on his knees and lick me like an ice cream cone; that sort of thing was beneath him. But Alessandro treats it like a present.
His fingers spread across my ass as he squeezes my naked globes. I feel the caress of his beard brushing against my most sensitive area as he drags his tongue from bottom to top. I lean back against the wall with my eyes shuddered in disbelief and my heart racing from his actions.
I flush when I feel an intruder. One thick, delicious digit enters me from beneath my gown. My jaw drops open and my pants come heavier. I reach out for anything, desperate to find something to cling to. My bandaged hand is unsteady on the doorknob as I grab onto it to steady myself. I leave the other hand on his shoulder, or at least I think that’s his shoulder. With his body buried beneath my skirt, it could be any part of his upper body.
The romantic songs of Italy that play through the room are juxtaposed with our actions. I don’t love this man, I’m just wrapped up in his wants and desires. He forces his finger in and out of my center while his tongue whips back and forth across my clit. My body responds to him in a way it’s never responded to Ricardo. I rock my hips in an undulating motion trying to get more and less stimulation at the same time.
As the music swells, so do I. My stomach passes a ball of energy from just above my navel to the place where it rounds and meets my pelvis. Little sparks of pleasure course through me as he zeroes his tongue in on my center. His fingers wretch moans from my lips as a second slips inside of me. Up and down they move, beckoning me forth. But his tongue holds me off, not licking my erect nub hard enough to bring me to orgasm.
