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“Who is Rocco?”

“He works for me at a port in southern Italy. Is this what we’re going to talk about? I’ve flown all the way from Italy, risking life and limb.”

I loop my arms around his neck. “What would you rather talk about?”

“How much I missed you?” He pulls me close, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“I missed you too.” I kiss him, coaxing him into one of those molten hot lip locks that make my toes curl. His hands slide down my back, covering my backside and pulling me close. His erection is hard against my belly. It sends liquid heat to my pussy.

“Perhaps we can talk later,” he murmurs against my neck.

“Yes.” My fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. Like a switch is flipped, our hands are a flurry of movement. Our clothes lie in our wake as we move to my room.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I say as I tug him on the bed over me.

“It fills my heart to hear you say that.” He kisses me again, firmly, fully, passionately.

My body is on fire with need. “Luca, now. Please, now…”

“Normally, I’d like to take my time, but I find I’m as desperate as you, Mio Angelo.” He levers back, sitting on his heels. He tugs my legs over his thighs, positioning his dick at my entrance.

His eyes are filled with a wild heat, but also with something more. Something I hope is love. Our gazes hold as he thrusts inside. Pleasure erupts. I arch back, my eyes closing to manage the delicious sensations.

“Watch me, Aria. Watch me make you come.”

It takes a great deal of effort, but I open my eyes, meeting Luca’s. They’re intense, filled with heat and passion. His fingers grip my hips as he moves in and out, steadily building tension inside me.

“Do you feel me, Mio Angelo?”

“Yes.”

“I’m in you. A part of you.”

“Yes.”

He lets out a feral growl. “Only me. You’re mine.” His thrusts become harder, faster, and I can barely breathe as I’m pushed to the edge.

“Only me. You’re mine,” I repeat back to him, not wanting to be simply his belonging. I want us to belong to each other.

He gives me a slight nod. “Come, Aria. Take me to heaven with you.”

He drives in, grinding against me, hitting the spot that sends me rocketing out to oblivion. I cry out, my body going taut.

“Fuck… yes.” He lets go, his body rocking, bucking, filling me with a part of him. Together we move, our bodies coming together like they’re made for each other.

He collapses over me, his breath hard and heavy against my neck. “I love you, Mio Angelo.”

My heart stops. I turn my head toward him. He lifts his, looking at me. For the first time ever, I see vulnerability. I realize he’s given me something he’s never given anyone.

“I love you, Luca.”

Relief spreads on his face and he kisses me. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I understand that there is still much for us to work through. Life isn’t always smooth sailing. But with his words, I feel like I’ve found my place. I fall asleep in his arms feeling like I’m finally home.

I wake up still wrapped in Luca's strong embrace. A contented sigh escapes my lips.

Luca stirs beside me, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Good morning, my love," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

I smile up at him, my fingers tracing the defined lines of his jaw. "Good morning." I nestle closer, reveling in the warmth of his body.

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