Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I gasp because I’m still sensitive from him fucking me hard.
“Need help?” he asks.
I shake my head, and bracing my hands on his chest, I say, “I want to fuck you.”
“Hmm…” he grumbles, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me.
It takes me a minute to find my rhythm, and as I begin to move faster and faster, Damiano grabs my hips, his muscles straining from holding back so he doesn’t take over.
Looking hot as hell and breathless, he asks, “You like that?”
I nod, a moan floating from me as I rub my clit against his pelvis while his cock fills me perfectly.
I never knew sex could feel this good.
My nails dig into his skin, and my body tenses. My lips part, and when I start to orgasm, Damiano takes over and forcefully thrusts inside me.
His body strains beneath me, his muscles rippling as he hurries toward his own orgasm.
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.
After I’ve put the clothes on, he takes a seat on my bed and watches as I go through my skincare routine.
When I apply my makeup, he murmurs, “I love the way you move. It’s relaxing to watch you get ready for the day.”
More happiness pours into my chest, and I fall a little harder for him.
Once I’m ready, Damiano gets up and takes hold of my hand. He links our fingers as we leave my bedroom, and for the first time, we head hand in hand downstairs.
We feel like a couple.
Chapter 29
Damiano
Even though I want to spend the entire day in bed with Gabriella, I don’t. The women have been cooped up in the mansion for over a month, and it would be selfish of me not to take them out.
Especially now that Miguel’s been dealt with.
When I walk into the dining room with Gabriella beside me, Aunt Greta grins at us.
Carlo’s sitting where Gabriella used to sit, so she can take the chair to my left.