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“Fuck me.”
He growls as he withdraws and plunges in again. The friction of him inside me is maddeningly spectacular.
“Say my name.” He withdraws and stills.
My pussy is pulsing with need. I whimper as it’s nearly painful. “Fuck me, Luca.”
“Yes!” He drives in again, and this time, he rocks in and out of me, fast, faster until I’m gasping and my pussy is on fire.
“Oh, my God…” I grip the headboard, worried that I’m about to shatter.
“Do you feel me fucking you, Aria?” His breath is harsh on my neck.
I try to say yes, but a moan escapes instead.
“You gave this to me, did you not? I’m the only man who’s been in your sweet pussy.”
“Yes… oh, God, Luca.”
“Fuck… I’m so fucking close. Come, Aria. Come on my cock.”
His words take me the rest of the way. My orgasm slams into me, crashing through like a tsunami. My entire body shakes, shudders.
“Yes… fuck, yes…” He chants the words as he thrusts in, grinds against me, and warmth fills me. By the time he finishes, I’m not sure how I’m still able to be on my knees gripping the headboard. My body feels completely boneless.
He pulls away, collapsing on the bed beside me. I’m wobbly as I maneuver myself to lie down next to him. I snuggle up to him, letting myself completely relax. As I rest with my head on his shoulder, the doubts I had about his feelings for me are nearly nonexistent. After all, he wants to marry me.
Marriage. God. The idea of it is crazy, right? It's too soon, too fast. I feel like I'm on a freight train, barreling down the tracks, nearly out of control. It's terrifying, and at the same time, exciting. I feel so alive. So in control of my own life. Oh, sure, I'll be bound by the rules of Mafia life, but I made this choice. I feel freer than I have in a long time. Free and blissfully happy.
"When we started exchanging those notes, I had no idea that I’d end up here,” I say as I rest my hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
He puts one arm behind his head, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world. "You doubted me?”
“Not at all.” I nestle up closer to him, inhaling his scent. "It's turned out perfect. How did you manage the notes from Italy?"
"You do what you have to do to get what you want." His tone is dismissive as if he doesn't want to talk about it.
I tilt my head up to look at him, to see what the expression on his face might tell me. "It was very romantic."
His eyes cast down toward me. "Like I said, you do what you have to do."
I frown, laying my head back down on his shoulder. "Well, I suppose it's up in the air whether Niko will come to the wedding, but Lucy, and Elena, and maybe even Kate will come for sure.” Well, maybe not Elena if Niko doesn’t allow her. But I know they’re happy for me.
He pulls away from me abruptly, and I thump down on the bed as he stands and goes to put on his clothes. "They won't be coming."
I sit up, pulling the sheet up to cover myself. "Why not?"
"For one, there won't be enough time."
"Maybe we could push it back. What's the hurry?"
He steps into his slacks. "Niko is the hurry."
"I’ll talk to him. Since we’re getting married, he'll see that what we have is real."
He slips his shirt on, buttoning just the bottom buttons before tucking it into his waistband. “I doubt it.”
“He’s stubborn, but?—”
