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“No.” I jumped in his arms and held him tight. My legs circled his hips so I would have stability. “Bed.”
“I always knew you are going to be the death of me.”
He didn’t rent a hotel room, but a private apartment, so we didn’t need to stop kissing on our way to the elevator. Salvatore carried me like I was just a feather, with one hand under my ass, and he didn’t even break a sweat.My powerful god. He was so strong – so almighty – and I was getting turned on because of all that power.
We walked through a door and crossed a few empty rooms but I was too preoccupied to look around. I felt like my panties were melting down my thighs and I desperately needed for him to lose some clothes before I’d lose my mind.
My ass hit a hard surface and I opened my eyes to see I was in what looked like an open space living room, on top of a twelve-person dining table. I looked at Sasa with my eyebrow raised.
“The bedroom is at the end of the hall. I can’t make it so far after you grinded on my dick all the way from the airport.”
He opened his shirt and unbuckled his belt with frenetic hands while I pushed down my jeans. In another minute, we were both naked, skin to skin. I wanted him inside me right away, but Salvatore took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked slowly.
“Sasa, I need you.”
“I know,Tesoro.” He said, his hand around the base of his cock. “Open for me.”
I spread my legs with the ease and flexibility of an experienced ballerina. I’m sure that’s not what Rosa Vitale had in mind when she made sure my joints were lax, but damn if it wasn’t helpful.
When he filled me, I moaned his name, finally fulfilled. Finallyhome. Finallyhappy.
He pulled back and pushed back inside me forcefully. The abrupt move sent my head spinning and I fell flat on the table while he repeated it over and over again. Short, sharp, rhythmic moves that made my body explode with pleasure.
“You asked me if I remember the last time we went to Paris? Our first night together?” A feverish breath descended over me. “I remember every second. You snuck into my bed after my father explicitly told you to go to sleep. You slipped under the covers. Remember what you said to me?”
“Y-yes.” I was breathless.
“Tell me.”
“I said that I’m yours and I’m done having barriers between us. And I asked you to make me your woman.”
“That’s right. The look in your eyes, Grazi, it was a fucking drug. The want I saw there almost made me come in my pants.” He chuckled. In my memory, he had an outstanding performance that first time.Myfirst time. “I was petrified. I wanted you so bad, my balls were burning, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You were very gentle.”
“It took everything in me. All I wanted was to pin you down and take you like an animal.” He put his hands around my neck and squeezed. “You drove me crazy that night. And every night after that.”
“Do it now.” I whispered. “We’re here, back in Paris, together.Married. Don’t hold back this time.”
I saw his jaw flexing.
“I could still hurt you, Grazi.”
“Even in pain, all you’re giving me is pleasure. Please, Sasa. I want it all.”
He listened and he provided. His hands pushed my knees up into my chest, allowing him to get deeper than I’ve ever felt him before. His massive cock stretched me out to the limit. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak. I could barely fill my lungs with air. I was hopeless in front of his overwhelming hunger and all I felt was excitement. I wanted to be taken and ruined by Salvatore Fiori. By my husband.
Fast. Hard. Powerful. Sasa took me like a barbarian. There were no more stops to be pulled between us. The pleasure built up fast and mercilessly, and when I came, it was sublime. The Earth shifted, the sky cracked, and the world shattered around us. Nothing else mattered.
My orgasm was prolonged by his caressing hand and I screamed until there was no more sound in my throat. He emptied me of everything I had and replaced it with pure, unfiltered love between a man and a woman. The peace followed right after.
Chapter 20
She gives me strength to breath. She is the fucking life in me.
The thoughts played on repeat in my head while we lay on top of the chestnut table, which was now all scratched because my girl went all lioness on it. I didn’t give a shit about the furniture. It was just another reminder of how fucking good we were together. If there’s a God up there like the Pope says, then he made the world, and in the seventh day he made Grazia and I. He made us just right – incomplete apart, but perfect together.
Even her heart I could feel beating in sync with mine. Was this love? Because the word seemed too damn small to cover it. I needed more than four fucking letters to explain the way my chest expanded when I looked at her, or how when she walked out the room, she seemed to take the colors with her. She was my light.
