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"You're beautiful," I murmur against her skin. "Every inch of you."

She shivers as I kiss my way down her torso, tasting her skin like fine wine. Every part of her tastes like home. And when I reach her core, I pause, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent that fills my senses. She's aroused, wet, and ready for me. She gasps when I dip my tongue inside her pussy, tasting her sweetness. For a moment, she's mine once more.

I spread her legs wider, holding her hips steady as I take her completely into my mouth, my tongue dancing against her sensitive pussy. Her cries echo through the darkness, and I can't help but groan in response. She tastes like heaven, and I'm lost in the moment, devouring her like she's the last meal I'll ever have. My cock throbs, aching for release, but I want her to come first.

I work her slowly, teasingly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She's squirming beneath me, arching her back, wanting more. And when she does, I give it to her—my tongue circling and flicking against her clit until she screams my name. Her juices coat my mouth, and I drink greedily, savoring the taste of her as her legs quiver at my touch.

Finally, she's sated, panting heavily. And as she lies there, spent, I climb onto the blanket and position myself between her legs. She watches me with a hungry look in her eyes, a combination of fear and desire that sends shivers down my spine. "Take me hard," she whispers.

I oblige, sliding my rock hard cock slowly into her tight heat. She's hot and wet, surrounding me completely. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I thrust into her, our hips slapping together in a rhythm that echoes off the buildings surrounding us. We're a symphony of lust—a duet of grunts and moans that fill the night air.

And then, we both reach our climaxes at once, her body shuddering violently beneath me as I pour my seed into her. We collapse, sweaty and satisfied, tangled together under the starry sky.

I pull her closer, holding her against my chest. Her head rests over my heart, rising and falling with each breath.

We lie there in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow, the stars twinkling overhead. Despite the chill in the air, warmth floods my body—a deep contentment I've never known before her.

"What now?" she asks softly, tracing circles on my chest with her finger.

"Now, we build our future," I reply. "Together."

It won't be easy. There are still those who would see us torn apart, who resent our union and the changes it brings. But they don't understand what we have. An unbreakable bond forged in history, fire and blood. A love that transcends reason and defies all odds.

As long as we stand united, no one can stand against us. I know there will be challenges ahead, obstacles we must overcome. But I have faith in us. In the end, our love will prevail.

I tilt her chin up and kiss her deeply, filled with hope and purpose. Our future is about to change, shaped by our vision of what it could be. A future of peace and prosperity, not corruption and violence.

When we part, I smile down at her. "Ready to take on the world, tesoro?"

She smiles back, eyes glinting with determination. "As long as I have you by my side."

Together, we leave the rooftop and return to the villa—originally mine and now very much ours—ready to face whatever comes our way.

sixteen

Alessia

The slamming of the door jolts me awake. I sit up in bed, heart racing, as Marco strides into the room. His shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched. It's clear that our escape from our old lives has taken its toll.

"Another nightmare?" I ask softly.

Marco nods, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. "I can't stop seeing their faces. Everyone who died for us."

I slide over, patting the space beside me. Marco hesitates before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

"It wasn't your fault," I murmur.

"Yes, it was. I put everyone in danger by defying my father." Marco's voice cracks. "And now they're gone. I still can't believe Rocco is gone. Any of them."

My chest aches at his pain. I know what it's like to carry the weight of the dead. Gently, I take his hand in mine.

"We've both lost so much. But we still have each other." I squeeze his hand. "I'm here for you, Marco. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together."

Marco turns, his dark eyes glistening. "I don't deserve you, Alessia."

"Yes, you absolutely do." I cup his cheek. "You're a great man trying to break free from a cruel world that you never entered into by choice. I believe in the life we can build, without violence, without fear."

Marco presses his forehead to mine. "You give me hope," he whispers.

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