“I never want to fucking leave,” I pant, thrusting hard, hips slapping against her thighs.
“Ahhh,” she mumbles into the sheets, pressing back against me, her ass bouncing with every stroke.
I gather her hair into my fist, yanking her head back.
“You didn’t answer me,Cuore mio,” I growl, fucking her harder.
Her cries are beautiful—desperate and broken and fuckingmine.
“I… I…”
I pull out. She sobs.
My hand massages the globe of her ass. Then I strike.
“You what, Iz?”
She doesn’t answer—just pants; moans.
I strike again, watching the way her ass reddens with my handprint.
“You wanna come?”
“Uh huh," she mumbles, face squashed into the sheets.
I hit her again. Twice more. Then I grip her hair in my fist as I push back inside her. “Answer me.”
“Yes!”
I pull back until only the tip of me is left inside her. “Yes what, baby?”
“I’ll marry you." Her back arches, pushing her ass against me."Fuck. I’ll marry you.”
I give her all of me. “That’s my good girl. My perfect girl. So greedy for my cock, she’ll say anything just to come.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I release her hair to grab her hips, pounding her into the mattress until we’re both cryingout—my release spilling deep inside her.
Collapsing next to her, my breath ragged, I throw an arm over my eyes. She climbs over me, pressing kisses to my collarbone.
“Are you serious?” she whispers after a beat.
“Deadly.”
“It’s not too soon?” Her voice drips with trepidation.
“I’ve been waiting twenty-five years for you,Cuore mio. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She lifts her head, smiling at me so wide, her eyes lit up.So pretty.“I love you.”
41
Phoenix
Sometimes I sit in the olive grove and cry. Why did you have to leave me? —Izzy
Enzo
“Tesoromio!”Mammacroons,throwing her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy for you.”
