AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I can barely hold on by the time he comes with a groan. He yanks me down on top of him, and his arms lock around me before he plunges into me again, his body jerking with each thrust.
When he stills beneath me, we’re both breathless, and I can feel his heart racing where my cheek is pressed to his chest.
“Christ,” he gasps. “You might just kill me.”
I let out a chuckle, and when my inner walls squeeze his cock, he lets out a sharp breath before his body shudders.
I press a kiss to his racing heart, then let out a happy sigh.
His hand pats my butt, then he orders, “Up before I end up fucking you the whole day.”
As I climb off him, his cock slips out of me. My body jerks because I feel raw and sensitive from all the sex.
I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to need time to recover.”
Damiano moves off the bed. “Get your sexy ass in the shower.”
I scoot off the mattress and follow him into the shower.
Once we’re both beneath the warm spray of water, Damiano starts to wash my body.
I feel a little self-conscious again, but it quickly fades, and when he lets me rub soap over his skin, it feels more intimate than sex.
“I love feeling your hands on me,” he admits.
My eyes dart up, and standing naked with him with our hands on each other, I start to fall in love for the first time in my life.
The emotions are a bit overwhelming, but I enjoy feeling them.
When we’re both clean, Damiano switches off the faucets while I climb out of the shower. I grab a towel, and drying myself, my eyes keep roaming over his muscled body.
The man is built like a god.
“You keep looking at me like that, and we won’t leave the bedroom today,” he warns me.
I quickly wrap the towel around myself before walking out of the shower so I can put on my discarded pajamas.
After drying himself and brushing his teeth, Damiano uses his fingers to comb his hair while walking to the closet.
The sight is hot, my gaze dropping to the muscles carved into his hips.
Holy crap.
Sitting down on the bed, I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around my shins, watching as he gets dressed in tan-colored chinos and a brown sweater.
After putting on boots, he grabs a coat and shrugs it on, then comes to grab his gun from the bedside table.
As he shoves the weapon into the waistband of his chinos behind his back, his eyes flick over me.
“Let’s get you dressed, mia regina.”
Hearing the pet name, a smile spreads over my face.
He bends over me and picks me up. I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him before he carries me to my room.
Dio. I’m so happy.
Damiano picks a polka dot pencil dress and black high heels for me to wear.
