I can’t hold out any longer.I must let it consume me, take me under.But as I try to tell him that, it just comes out as a long moan, deeper than any before.I climax with the force of a thousand suns exploding, know nothing for seconds, minutes maybe, while the pleasure fills every part of me, pushing out all the rest.And my first thought as I gain control of them again is,I want more.
He must’ve come too, because he’s breathing hoarsely, his cock still inside me, but pulsing with the last waves goodbye to the all-consuming pleasure we just shared.
“Now you’re not a virgin anymore,” he says, smiling at me widely.
I smile too, then reach up and pull his head down for a kiss.
And as our lips touch, the final circle of connection between us closes.Now he’s mine.And I am his.And nothing will ever change that.
Chapter44
MATTEO
When wasthe last time I spent the night with a girl on a beach?Having sex or just holding her, nothing much to worry about?
It was so long ago, the memories are fuzzy.
And when was the last time I took a girl’s virginity?That memory is even fuzzier.I remember it felt good.Not as good as taking Goldie’s though.Nothing was ever quite as good as it is with her.Not the kissing, not the sex, not even just talking.
Sunday is dawning now.It’s still just a hint of light along the horizon, but it’s here.And after today, all the good I had with her will just be a faded memory.If I’m lucky.Or it will be a horrible waking nightmare every time I look at her face.
Because whatever else happens, I plan to look at her pretty face every day from now on.She may not like it, but she won’t have a choice.Because she’s mine now.I claimed her.And I’m not letting anyone else have her.
The pure fire those thoughts bring is enough to convince me they’re the truth, that they’re our future.For years, the only thing I’ve been feeling fire towards is my plans for revenge against Dante Moretti.Now she’s a source of that fire too, the means to my revenge, the sacrifice I must make, but also my reward.
We need to get going.She back to the last day of her normal life.Me to the first day of the rest of my life.
Her head is on my chest and she’s lying atop my arm, which has been numb for ages.I didn’t move it, because I wanted the cozy closeness to last and last.
But it’s time now.
I call her name softly a few times, but she doesn’t stir until I use her nickname, Goldie.
Then she picks up her head and looks at me in the darkness, her eyes only partially open, but still somehow holding all the shine and glitter of gold.
“You should go back to the house now,” I tell her softly.
“Can’t we stay a little longer?”she asks.
There’s a gleam in her eyes that tells me she’s ready for round two and I want nothing more than to oblige her.But that’s already yesterday.And today is Sunday.The dreams of yesterday turn to nightmares today.
Unless she’ll be happy that I took her away from her tyrannical father.Gave her freedom.Such as any of us have.Maybe that’s a possibility too.In this pre-dawn cold, I burn for it to be.
“No, we have to go.”I rise up with her in my arms.Kiss her again once we’re standing, getting one last taste of the happy, golden dream.She melts into me, her soft skin pressed mine like an immaculate blanket.So willing, so ready, so very much mine to have.I want her more than I want revenge.
The voice in my head that tells me that is faint and quieter than a whisper.But it sends my heart thundering in my chest.There is nothing I crave more than my revenge!
I break away from the kiss, ignore her disappointed sigh, ignore her imploring eyes, as I search for her dress.
“Put it on,” I tell her as I push it into her hands.
Then I ignore her again while I dress too, not even bothering to remove the sand from my clothes or out of my shoes.
“Will I see you again tonight?”she asks once we’re both dressed.
“Yes.”That’s no lie.She will see me tonight.Just not in the way she thinks as she smiles at me, that golden radiance around her intensifying.
I’m holding the raincoat up to wrap it around her.It bears the stains of what I took from her last night—her virginity.Like the sheets she’d be obligated to show to her entire family on the morning after her wedding night.A dumb Sicilian tradition.And yet, she’s taking it to her family now.Showing it to them.And in a way that means our union is complete.
