"Your tears...never mind," I laugh when she wipes her tears on my shoulder. I follow her to the door but stay out of sight when she opens it.
"Tilly?" Arianna's voice comes out worried. "Why are you crying?"
"I was just thinking about mom and the ring," Matilde says. "Thank you for keeping it safe, Ari. I don't know how you hid it from Bianca."
"I have my ways." I can almost see Arianna's cheeky smile. "Bianca took most of the jewelry from Mamma's safe, but I stole them all back. Remember back when she threw a fit, thinking the cleaning lady took them?”
Matilde gasps at her sister's words. “That was you? Ari, that poor lady.”
“She knew,” Arianna says. “The cleaning lady saw me take them but didn’t say a thing to Bianca. She didn't care that she'd lose her job. She hated Bianca, too, and now that we have ourinheritance, I'll ask Matteo to help me track the lady down, so I can make it up to her.”
“Ari…”
“Anyway, I just came to say congratulations.” She grins at me. “You’d better take care of my little sister, Luca, or I’ll come back and hurt you.”
Oh, I don't doubt it. “Take care, Arianna.”
“She’s older by two minutes,” Matilde protests.
“Still older," she laughs manically. “Oh, and I’m staying at Gabriella’s tonight. Figured you two lovebirds could use the privacy.”
“Thanks, Ari. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Tilly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winks and disappears.
Matilde turns to me with a smile. “She’s something else.”
“She’s your sister,” I say, walking to my fiancée and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her flush against me. “And she loves you.”
“I know.” She melts into me. “I’m so lucky.”
I press a kiss to her hair. “We both are.”
I shove my face into her throat, breathing her in. “Hmm, you smell nice,biscottina. My precious little cookie.”
“You're trying to distract me from my tears.”
“Not really. I just want to make love to my fiancée.”
“Fiancée,” she practically melts in my arms, cupping my face when I move to lick down her neck. The ring glints between us, the emerald gleaming brightly, a reflection of the love I have for this woman.
“Luca,” she moans when I slide a hand under her sweater and squeeze her breast, pinching her nipples. She cries out when I tweak them between my fingers and twist, before soothing the sting with my thumb.
“You're mine,” I say possessively, sliding my hand down her stomach before shoving up her dress and sliding my hand between her legs to peel down her panties. “I need you, Matilde. I can't stop needing you.”
"Need you too," she whimpers, arching into my touch when I slide my finger along her slit and into her pussy. Fuck, she's soaking wet, dripping with arousal. “Oh God…Luca.”
I attack her neck with long, greedy kisses and licks, groaning into her skin as I drive my fingers in and out of her until the wet sounds fill the room. “I never thought one could want another person with as much desperation as I want you, Matilde. With as much need."
Her back curves when I add another finger, her pleasured cries echoing the walls as I thrust faster into her. "Luca…so close…oh!”" She climaxes with a scream, her thighs shaking from the intense tremors, her breasts trembling with every heaved breath. I draw my hand back and shove off the towel, then I have her pressed against the wall with my cock buried inside her wet heat in record time. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, those pretty eyes adoring when they meet mine.
“I love you, baby,” I rasp, searching her mouth, kissing with need as I drive my aching cock into her, pinning her to the wall and taking her in fevered thrusts.
Perfect.
So fucking perfect, and she's all mine.
She holds onto me as I drive into her, moaning into the kiss when I tilt my hips to press down on her clit with every thrust.
