“You feel so good,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. “So tight around my cock. So perfect.”
The water splashes and churns around us, our bodies creating waves that lap at the pool’s edge. I’m growing addicted to this feeling. To him inside me, to the way he fills me so completely, to the building pressure that promises release.
“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his climax. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out, my nails scoring red lines down his back as my own orgasm approaches. “Yours, Raffaele. Only yours.”
His hand slides between our bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that sends me spiraling over the edge. “Come for me, Mogliettina. Now.”
My body obeys his command, pleasure exploding outward from where we’re joined, radiating through every nerve ending until I’m crying out his name, my inner walls clenching around him.
He follows a moment later with a guttural groan, his hips slamming against mine one final time as he finds his release.
For several long moments, we remain locked together, our harsh breathing the only sound besides the water against the pool’s edge. Gradually, our heart rates slow, and our breathing steadies.
Raffaele’s arms tighten around me as he walks us to the shallow end, where we can stand.
He doesn’t withdraw from me immediately, keeping us connected as he brushes wet hair from my face with tender fingers.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “But I’m not leaving this island until you can demand my dick in your cunt without blushing. Do you understand me, wife?”
I whimper. Honest to God, whimper. “Y-yes.”
When he pulls out of my body, I feel the loss acutely. But he doesn’t let me go, he guides me to float on my back, supporting me with one arm while he floats beside me. I rest my head on his chest, our naked bodies bathed in moonlight and the ethereal blue glow from beneath the water.
Above us, stars fill the tropical sky, more than I’ve ever seen, uncountable points of light in the vast darkness. Below us, the illuminated pool cast shifting patterns across our skin. And between us, something new has taken root. Something beyond lust, or convenience, or arrangement.
As we float together in the warm Caribbean night, I feel more connected to Raffaele than ever before.
More connected to myself, too. To the woman I’m becoming.
Chapter 38
Raffaele
Ten days in paradise with my wife, and each morning I wake up wanting her more than the day before.
The calendar on my phone confirms it’s April sixth.Ourbirthday. Hers and mine, though she doesn’t know we share it yet.
Today, Alina Brewer-Russo turns twenty-four while I hit thirty-five, and I plan to make every second count. Later. Once I’ve dealt with what Colin texted me was an ‘urgent briefing.’
My phone buzzes again. Fucking Colin and his urgent matters. I slide out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and pull on pants and a t-shirt before heading downstairs.
The past six days have been different from the first four of our honeymoon. I was—am—so fucking proud of her for telling mewhat she really wanted. And I changed my approach. No more extravagant anything.
Instead, just us. Swimming in secluded coves I’ve known since childhood, exploring hidden trails, teaching her to snorkel off our private beach.
The past two days I’ve been teaching her to driveLa Fortuna. Her nervousness at the controls melted under my guidance, replaced by a confidence that tightened something in my chest.
I make my way across the property toward the security house. Colin stands outside, obviously tense. And Ian looks no better beside him.
Hmm… what the hell is going on here? “What’s so important that you needed to drag me away from my wife on her birthday?” I demand, skipping any greeting.
They exchange glances before Ian speaks. “A delivery came about an hour ago.”
“A delivery?” I ask, immediately wondering if my cousins sent anything. But no, they would have told me.
“Yeah,” Ian continues. “It was just a small boat steered by one man. He left this with us and then took off.” He gestures to a polished wooden box sitting on the outdoor table.
