“Are you mine, Tesoro?” he asks.
“Yes. A million times, yes.”
The devilish smirk on his face is so goddamn hot it still makes me want to fan myself, and when he thrusts into me again, my back arches. I’m immediately smothered in delicious kisses that threaten to take my breath away, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Ti amo,” he whispers between kisses, then thrusts in again.
He loves me.
“Ti amo,” he whispers again, right at the second thrust, and with every added thrust, he repeats himself over and over again. My mind is reeling because it’s being bombarded with both love and the undying need to come again as he curves up against my G-spot, sending delicious shocks through my body.
“Fuck, yes, I love you too, Matteo,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing with need.
He buries himself inside, pressing against my most sensitive spot, and I’m nearly ready to lose it again just from the way he’s fucking me right now.
“Then promise me forever,” he says, pausing deep inside me.
I blink a couple of times. “But we’re already married.”
“Against your wishes. It wasn’t the real thing.” He plants a few delicate kisses near my collarbone and then on top of my chest, right where my heart sits. “I didn’t have this heart …”
“You have me, heart and soul,” I reply.
His cock still throbs deep inside, both of us on the verge of coming again.
“Then marry me.”
I stare at him for a few seconds.
“For real this time. No one else’s wedding. No one else’s ring. No one else’s wife.” With each word, he adds another kiss. “I want all of you for myself.”
I grin. “Greedy.”
“I am greedy. I warned you,” he says, grinning back.
“My answer is still yes.”
“Good. Because I intend to adorn and display what I own proudly,wife.”
He grabs the ring that’s secured around my neck and uses it as a leash to drag me up to his lips to kiss me, only to thrust in so deeply that my eyes open wide mid-kiss. I fallapart right there and then, a throbbing mess of an orgasm, while I slowly dissolve into a puddle in his arms.
Exactly where I was always meantto be.
MATTEO
Weekslater
The moment Stella walks onto the aisle, adorned with flowers in that eye-catching, flowy wedding dress engraved with crystals, my jaw drops. Her beauty still takes my breath away, no matter how many times I’ve already seen her.
I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is about to be my wife … for the second time.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she approaches with that same pretty smile on her face that makes my heart beat faster. When Stella finally reaches the altar, her mother releases her hand, and she sits down beside my brother, who gives her a quick smile and a nod. I haven’t spoken to either of them yet, but the smiles on their faces tell me enough.
This time, it’s all about love instead of war and vengeance. And my God, the amount of love I feel for thiswoman who quite literally saved me from a fate worse than death is beyond this world.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” I tell her.
“And you look handsome in that tux.”
