Her words hit me so hard I nearly lost my balance. I held on to her hands, pulling her closer until our faces were too close, our breaths mixing—hot, shaky.
“Does that mean you…” My voice cracked. “You forgive me? You’re really ready to move forward—with me, with Clara… as a real family?”
Valentina lifted her chin, her gaze locked on mine with conviction and tenderness, and her words finally gave me the redemption I’d been starving for.
“Yes, Enrico. I forgive you.” Her voice didn’t shake. “And I’m ready to start over with you, as a family. I want it as much as you do.”
In that instant, pain, regret, and old wounds began to dissolve.
Standing in front of the woman I loved more than anything, my soul finally felt something close to peace.
I closed my eyes for a second—and when I opened them, Valentina’s bright, tearful gaze was still fixed on mine.
“I love you so much, Valentina,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Thank you for believing in me. For not giving up—even when everything felt impossible.”
“I love you too, Enrico,” she answered, sweet and sincere, squeezing my hands between hers. “I love you.”
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
I cupped her delicate face, my fingers brushing her cheeks with reverent care, and leaned in slowly.
Valentina closed her eyes as our lips finally met in a soft kiss full of silent promises.
The softness didn’t last.
It deepened—became urgent in a way that felt real, inevitable—carrying all the longing, all the hunger, all the surrender we’d been holding back for months.
My tongue found hers with slow, passionate certainty, exploring every detail as our breaths turned ragged and broken.
Valentina’s arms slid around my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until her body fit against mine like it had always known the shape of me.
I pulled back just enough to look at her again, my breathing as fast as hers, our eyes locked—emotion and desire saying what words couldn’t.
“I want you now, Valentina,” I murmured, my voice rough, my gaze pinned to hers. “I want to feel you completely—no walls, no fear. I want to show you with my body how much I love you.”
She smiled, caressing my face with a softness that felt like surrender and trust at once.
“Then show me, Enrico,” she whispered, touching her lips to mine again. “Show me everything you feel for me.”
I gathered her into my arms, lifted her gently, and carried her to the bed.
I laid her down carefully on the soft sheets, never breaking eye contact, completely consumed by the sight of the woman who had always owned my heart.
“I’m going to take care of you forever, Valentina. Forever,” I promised, sliding my hand along her side and feeling her shiver. “I want you to feel—in every touch—how much I need you. How much I love you.”
She sighed softly, eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile lighting her face.
“I already feel it, Enrico,” she whispered. “In every touch. In every word. I feel all of it.”
I lowered my mouth to her neck and kissed her gently, listening to her soft sigh as her hands moved over my back, drawing me closer.
Every kiss, every caress was a vow I renewed—to never hurt her again, never let her doubt us again.
Our bodies found each other without hurry.
My hands slid over Valentina’s warm curves, exploring every inch of her skin with a pleasure so deep it almost hurt. The need to feel her was nearly unbearable; every second my fingers touched her, every low sound that escaped her lips, made my desire spike harder, pulsing between us until restraint felt impossible.
I slid my hand beneath her blouse, feeling the soft heat of her skin as I lifted the fabric and revealed the fullness of her breasts.
