Our bodies move together in perfect sync. The heat of our skin mingles, and beads of sweat mix as we grind against each other. For several minutes, he tortures me with his slow, deliberate pace, pushing all the way inside me.
I don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, the orgasm builds, pulling every wave of pleasure with it. His movements grow faster, harder, and the grip of his strong fingers on my breast tightens.
Between the deep thrusts that shake me apart, he pants against my ear, “Say it, Lucia. Tell me you love me.”
And I do, without a second of hesitation, floating from the sheer intensity of being one with him. “I love you. So much.”
His movements grow rougher, sharper, grinding my back into the sheets. “Say it again,” he growls.
“I love you,” I whisper again.
A deep, guttural sound tears from his throat—full of satisfaction—right before he slams into me so hard, my cry echoes through the room. “I love you too.”
He wraps his arms around me even tighter. I clench around him, whispering through gasps, “I’m coming, Tony.”
He exhales sharply, nodding. “I can feel it, princess.”
He holds me closer, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. The sound of his body slamming into mine sends me spiraling. I bend the leg stretched out on the sheet, curling it at the knee as my vision blurs with pleasure. My nails dig into his arm as I explode with a loud cry.
The waves I had been holding back flood through me again and again. Even my fingers and toes curl inward, trembling from the ecstasy coursing through me.
I shake and scream in Tony’s arms, consumed by rapture. Between my cries, I hear his groans, and when my body finally collapses, spent and motionless, my throat feels raw from all the screaming.
I feel the warm rush of his release against the sensitive skin near my entrance and realize he’s come too.
Exhausted from the sheer intensity, I go limp in his arms. When he tries to move his arm from beneath my head, I clutch at him, pleading,
“Don’t leave me, Tony. Stay with me. Sleep with me.”
He lowers his head, pressing a deep kiss to my lips.
“From this moment until the day I die, your place is with me, princess.”
He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me with a possessive growl.
“Till death parts us.”
TWENTY-TWO
Lucia
Four years later
My gaze flickers to the clock for the third time. Tony lounges on the couch like he has all the time in the world. He’s utterly lost in our daughter, one big hand resting on her back as she chatters away from his lap.
Antonia, dressed in her favorite soft pink pajamas, is animatedly recounting her day at preschool.
“Adam tried to barge into my fort, but I wouldn’t let him. It’s my fort. If he wants to come in, he has to ask nicely.”
Tony threads his fingers through her soft blonde hair, a slow smile tugging at his mouth. “Thought you and Adam were friends, baby girl.”
Antonia’s eyes go wide. “Wewerefriends, but he broke Tessia’s bracelet! She cried all day. Nobody hurts my friends and gets away with it.”
Tony plants a kiss on her cheek, and Antonia dives right back into her story about the fort and her bravery in standing up to Adam. I catch the proud glint in Tony’s eyes. He loves that his little girl already refuses to take shit from boys.
I sigh deeply and head to the kitchen, passing Fabiano, who’s scrolling on his phone while sipping his coffee.
“We’re already late,” I mutter, pouring the water into my glass. “And Tony still can’t tear himself away from her.”
