Page 275 of The Devil's Fire

“For everything. ‘Thank you’ feels like nothing for all you’ve done for me. No one has ever gone to the extent you have. No man has ever loved me as deeply as you have, and you continue to show me endless love, which I’m not even sure I’m deserving of.”

No words could fully express the deep gratitude I felt for everything he has done for me. He consistently went above and beyond, and I knew I didn’t deserve him, but there was no way I was ever going to let him go.

He was mine.

I went up on the tips of my toes, placing my hands on his stubbly cheeks that I loved so much. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist, as we stood under the pink flower tree, gazing into each other's eyes.

“I love you.” I whispered to him with a soft smile as I lovingly caressed his cheeks.

Damiano rested his head against mine and closed his eyes.

“Say it again.” He whispered.

“I love you, agápi mou. So much that sometimes, I fear my heart might stop because of it.”

Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, he stood captivated, his eyes gazing at me with an adoration that I hadn’t seen before.

I planted a tender kiss on his lips, a sweet embrace that made my heart flutter as if it were the first time I had ever tasted his lips. His hand found its place behind my neck, deepening our kiss as our tongues danced in a rhythmic harmony. In that moment, he claimed me with a passion that left an indelible mark on my soul.

“We have to stop. They might see us.” I said breathlessly.

“Let them.” Damiano pressed me against the tree and worked his way down to my neck, sucking on my skin.

“My love…” I breathed out a moan.

“Fuck, piccola!” He grabbed the back of my thighs and hoisted me up around his waist. “You expect me to stop when you say that to me and make that sound?” He growled out and pressed himself against me, making me feel his excitement.

“I want to believe I’ve left a good impression. I don’t want to ruin it by having your mother and Nonna find us fucking against a tree.” I chuckled, sensing his frustration. “I will make it up to you, I promise.” I gave him a quick kiss before wriggling my way out of his hold.

“Fine.” Damiano scowled as he watched me adjust my dress. He gently lifted my chin, the lingering lust still visible in his eyes. “You owe me a round with that mouth of yours.” His voice was low and deep as he ran a thumb over my lips.

“Oh, look who’s loving the skills of my tongue.” I wiggled my brows at him. He let out that smirk that made him look like the sexiest Devil alive.

“I’m surprised and amazed. I’m afraid to ask how you’ve learned to use your tongue like that.”

I shot him a sidelong glance as we strolled around the garden, finding his lack of discretion rather amusing.

“I’ve only been with two guys before you. And a woman. But, you know, the real practice comes from popsicles.” I chuckled.

“What did you say?” Damiano halted and turned me around to face him.

“Popsicles?”

“No, before that.”

“That I’ve been with a woman?”

“You’ve been with a woman before?” He repeated slowly.

“I was curious and went for it.” I shrugged. “Is that a problem?” I crossed my arms and tilted my head when he said nothing.

“No.” He said slowly, a smirk forming on his lips. “It explains how you can use that tongue so well.” He winked, and I shook my head playfully at him before we walked again.

“Hmm. Sounds quite hot, actually. Who knew my innocent Althaia was a pussy eater?”

I yelped out when he smacked my ass.

“How about you stop being so horny for once?” I hissed out to him, afraid someone might have heard or seen us as we were close to the house.

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