Page 139 of His Two Hidden Masks

“I don’t know,” I said, acting coy.

“I was asking Odessa,” Dylan said.

“It’s amazing,” Odessa said, “but you know, so are the beaches of Sayulita.”

“And what about the bridges of Venice?” Leo grinned.

“You all are impossible.” I laughed.

Odessa ushered Leo outside. I stood beside Dylan, his arm snaking around my waist.

“It’s nine in the morning ,and I haven’t asked you yet,” he said.

“Oh, is it?”

I turned and looked at him, this gorgeous, chiseled man who made my body feel like a goddess. Nights with Dylan had only become hotter. Our bodies moved in sync now with the fire and passion we’d discovered in Venice.

We spoke the same language when we moaned. There was an intimacy and deepness in the way we loved each other that took my breath away.

Dylan kept his promise. It was a promise he held sacred ever since our wedding night in Carnival, a promise we invoked every time we tumbled beneath the sheets or kissed under the stars.

I loved this man with every fiber of my being. He was my lover, my partner, my soulmate.

My husband.

“Isabella Carmen Uzano, will you marry me today?”

“Yes, my husband, I will marry you today,” I whispered.

“And tomorrow?”

“And tomorrow.”

“And the next day.”

He lifted me in the air and carried me toward my bedroom, toward our bed. He lay me down on the sheets and gently slid me out of my clothes.

And with his lips, with his tongue, with his body, I loved him and took him inside me, my body saying “I do” with every kiss.

THE END