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)
There’s a tightening sensation in my abdomen, and with my palms and fingers feasting on his chest and abs, I move faster and faster.
Damiano lets out a groan, and his muscles tense so much I’m almost delirious from rubbing my hands all over him.
“Dio,” I gasp as I fuck him as hard as I can. “Fucking you while you’re asleep is the hottest thing ever.”
My breaths explode over my lips, and when an overpowering orgasm rips a cry from me, Damiano grabs hold of my buttcheeks and starts to thrust up into me.
“You like that, amore mia? You like fucking me while I’m out cold?” He groans as he hammers unbelievably hard into me, making my orgasm so much more intense.
“Yes,” I sob from the ecstasy holding my body captive.
“Do you want to restrain me so you can have full control?” he growls.
The image alone is enough to make another orgasm hit, and I can only nod as I whimper through the pleasure.
Damiano keeps pounding ruthlessly hard inside me. “Do you want me powerless beneath you?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, my clit becoming oversensitive from all the friction.
When Damiano jerks and buries his cock to the hilt, I drink in the sight of his orgasm ripping the air from his lungs and rendering him helpless.
A sense of power floods my veins as I stare down at my husband while he orgasms, and I say, “That’s right, amore mio. Come hard for me. Fill me with your release so I can give you an heir.”
His eyes burn on my face as he thrusts twice more into me, his teeth bared and his muscles straining from reaching his climax.
I’m completely captivated by the hot-as-hell sight of Damiano orgasming, and when he starts to relax beneath me, I lean over him and press a kiss to his mouth before praising him, “You fucked me so well.”
He lets out a chuckle while his fingers massage my buttcheeks. “You’re a dominant little spitfire first thing in the morning. It’s fucking sexy.”
Snuggling against his chest, I let out a satisfied sigh. “That was amazing.”
“One hell of a way to wake up,” he groans as he pulls out of me. “Up and off, amore mia.”
I climb off him, and letting out a burst of laughter, I run for the bathroom so I can get there first.
I quickly relieve my bladder and clean myself, then hurry out so Damiano can use the bathroom.
My little stunt earns me a slap on the backside before he heads inside.
I straighten the covers on the bed and when I hear the water running in the shower, I join Damiano.
Stepping beneath the warm spray, I reach for the body wash.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then says, “Merry Christmas, amore mia.”
Dio! I totally forgot!
My eyes widen as I turn around to face him. “Merry Christmas.” We share a tender kiss, then I admit, “I forgot.”
He shakes his head while his eyes fill with love for me. “Next year will be better. This was not how I wanted our first Christmas to be, but at least we’re together.”
I nod as I start to wash his body while smiling up at him. “At least we’re together.”
He tilts his head, then says, “Where would you like to go for our vacation?”
“You mean our honeymoon?”
He shakes his head. “Everyone will come with. I think we all deserve a couple of weeks away from New York.”
My smile widens, and excitement pours into my veins as I say, “Cape Town. I’ve heard it’s really beautiful there, and if we have time, we can visit the national parks and see all the animals.”
“Cape Town, it is. I’ll have Emilio make all the arrangements.”
Pushing my body up on my tiptoes, I press a kiss to his mouth. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, la mia regina.”
Chapter 45
Damiano
Amelio arranged a Mercedes van and a Porsche Cayenne for the vacation in Cape Town. As we’re driven to the hotel, my eyes are on Gabriella, who’s grinning as she stares at the landscape.
“It’s so green, and the mountain is stunning,” she tells Mamma.
She was surprised when I allowed us all to travel in the same vehicle, and I had to explain the risk of an attack isn’t as high on vacation as it is in New York.
“The roads aren’t as busy as in Manhattan,” Gabriella mentions. “It’s nice.”
I give her hand a squeeze and lean into her. “Are you happy, amore mia?”
She smiles at me, excitement making the green flecks in her eyes brighter. “Yes. Thank you for arranging all of this for us.”
“Emilio did all the work,” I mutter.
“You’re welcome, boss,” the fucker says from the driver's seat.
“Don’t make me throw you out of the car,” I grumble.
When we pull up to The One & Only that’s situated near the waterfront, I slide the door open and climb out.