Her eyes brim with tears before they spill down her cheeks.
"You don't understand," she says. "I had a dull heart my entire life. I barely ever felt it beating in my chest. And then you came along, and the intensity of what you make me feel is almost too much. And I'm sorry if it's too much for you to hear, but it's my truth."
"Is that all?" I ask, wiping the tears off her cheeks. “Is there anything else you’re worried about?”
She stares at me for a moment, blinking rapidly.
"I'm scared that you're going to come to your senses," she says. "That you're going to see me the way my mother sees me. My mother always said that I was big, coarse, and undesirable. And I know you want me now, but what if you change your mind?”
I place my hands on her hips and press her against the stone wall. And then I step forward until our bodies are sealedtogether. Her eyes widen when she feels the rigid length of my cock.
"I desire you, Grace," I say. "Every second of every day. I desire your soft curves against my body. I desire those pretty eyes looking at me. I desire your kind heart that's way too good for me. I've desired you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And this obsession has only gotten stronger with every day that passes.”
She shifts her hips as she listens.
This girl forces me to be the best version of myself. She demands me to leave all of my fears behind because there's no space for that between us.
And so I say the words I never thought I'd say in this lifetime.
"I love you, Grace," I say. "I fell in love with you at first sight. And this affection for you has rooted so firmly inside me that it's a part of me now. I can't imagine going through life without you."
Her eyes are wider than ever before. She licks her bottom lip. I'm filled with the urge to kiss her, but I need to confess everything I was afraid to say out loud.
The rain outside is almost deafening, spraying mist toward us.
"I should have told you sooner, but I was scared," I say. “Ever since I was a young boy, I lost every person I ever loved. And I saw, with my own eyes, how love is manipulated in the mafia. But I can't ignore it anymore,piccola. I love you with everything in me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck now, leaning into me. Our mouths are inches apart.
“I love you too, Dante,” she confesses. “So much that it scares me.”
"I only ever want to be a source of comfort in your life," I tell her. "I don't ever want you to be scared. About anything. You're mine, Grace. I protect what's mine."
And I kiss her now.
It feels different from every other kiss we shared before.
I lick the seam of her lips. She lets me in with a gasp, letting my tongue inside her mouth. I hold the back of her head as I claim her. God, she's decadent.
Her little gasps and sighs make me so fucking hard. She grinds her hips against my cock, seeking friction.
"You can't help but be a tease, can you?" I say, wrapping a hand around her throat. "You can’t help but make me lose my mind."
She tugs me closer, making sure all of her curves are pressed against my frame. I heft her breasts as she arches into me, filling me with more of her softness. I tug on her nipples like they're strings of a guitar, making her moan against my mouth.
"I was just going to kiss you, but that's never enough for you, is it?" I say, squeezing her breasts in my palms as I wedge my knee between her thighs.
She starts riding my knee shamelessly, using me to get off. I tug down the straps of her dress. My mouth waters at the sight of her breasts spilling out of her bra.
"I have a horny little girl on my hands," I say, pushing my knee higher as she grinds against it. I kiss her slowly, taking my time with her. I kiss her until she’s soaked all the way through her panties. "Do you want Daddy to play with you, Grace?"
I still have my hand around her throat, so I know the exact moment her pulse skyrockets.
She blinks at me. Her lips are swollen from being kissed. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes glisten with mischief.
"Play how?" she asks innocently.
I drag my hands down her waist until they're resting on her curvy hips.
