Page 28 of Savage Angels

“Sal…” I breathe out, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a symbol, amare,” he explains, his voice thick with emotion. “A reminder that you hold the key to this family and our future. No matter what happens, no matter how deep we’re in, you and the children keep me going. You’re my rock, amare.”

Tears stream down my cheeks, their trails burning hot against my skin. I turn to face him, our gazes locked in a moment of raw, unspoken understanding.

“Sal, I’ve been thinking about all the things we’ve given up for each other,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of the words. “The life I left behind when I married you, the risks you take every day to protect us… it isn’t easy, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Neither would I, amare,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead. “We have each other’s backs, no matter what. That’s what love is, right?”

I nod, my heart swelling with gratitude and sorrow as I look into his eyes, dark pools that mirror the storm brewing within me. We are in this together, bound by love and loyalty, even as the world threatens to tear us apart.

“Sal…” I hesitate, unsure whether to voice the fears that haunt me. “Are we ever going to be free from all this? Can our kids have a future outside of the Abruzzi Crime Family?”

“Emily, we’ll find a way,” he promises, his hand tightening around mine as if to seal the vow. “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure our children can choose their own path in life. They won’t be forced into this darkness.”

His words wrap around me like a shield, offering some measure of comfort amidst the chaos surrounding us. As we cling to each other on the windswept porch, I pray to whatever gods might be listening that Salvatore’s promise can stand against the maelstrom waiting just beyond the horizon.

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The night is tense as I watch Dane pace back and forth in the dimly lit living room. His eyes are glued to his phone, waiting for any word about Kat’s whereabouts. He looks like a caged tiger, restless and ready to pounce at the first sign of danger.

“Sal,” I whisper, turning to my husband standing by my side, his face a mask of concern and determination. “I can’t take this anymore. We need a break, just for a moment.”

“All right, a mare. Let’s go upstairs,” Salvatore’s voice is low and steady, like a lifeline amidst the storm.

As we reach the top of the stairs, he pulls me into him, his lips crashing down onto mine with a passion that takes my breath away. Our tongues dance together, reigniting the spark we have always had, even in these dark times. I feel his strong arms wrap around me, and it is like coming home.

“Salvatore,” I gasp as he carries me to our bedroom, his hard body pressed against mine, promising a sweet release from the unbearable tension.

He throws me onto the bed, and I wriggle out of my clothes as he strips off his own. The sight of his chiseled muscles, glistening with perspiration, sends a shiver of desire through me.

“Emily,” he growls, his voice deep and primal as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “You’re all I need… you and our children.”

His words are like a spark igniting a fire within me that burns with an intensity surpassing even the brightest sun. Sal trails kisses from my mouth down my body to my inner thigh. I moan in frustration as I try to guide him between my legs.

“So greedy.” Sal chuckles.

“I’ve missed you,” I purr.

His mouth closes over my clit, and he sucks. My body arches, and a long, loud moan escapes me.

“More,” I plead.

As a lover, Sal never disappoints. He’s never once left me wanting. But this is the longest we have ever been apart, so I know he must want to be inside me to reach his own bliss.

Sal inserts a finger and then another as his tongue laps at me. I’m concentrating, searching for the thread of desire that will push me over the edge when Sal removes his fingers, only to slowly work his whole hand back inside me. With his tongue applying pressure to my clit, he moves his fist slowly, and I feel my thighs begin to burn.

So damn good.

Spreading my legs wider, I move my hips to increase the pressure. My hands grip his head to hold him in place as I ride his face.

The orgasm hits me hard.

I arch off the bed and moan out his name over and over as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. Sal doesn’t stop until every last quiver is wrung from my body. He removes his hand, and I gasp at the sudden loss of fullness. Sal’s mouth closes over my nipple as he thrusts into me. I feel every inch of his hard, muscled body pressing against mine, filling me up again, hitting just right and driving me wild with pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, our passion building with each beat of our hearts.

“Sal!” My voice echoes through the room as my body reaches its peak a second time.

I’m in pure ecstasy. This man knows exactly how to draw out the electrifying sensations which dance across my skin and pussy. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a frenzy of desire and need.

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