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And with that, he moved his way down my body to repay the favor.

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SOFIYA

Isat on the private dock by our villa, my feet skimming the water. It was the last night of our honeymoon, and I was trying to record every part of this trip in my memory.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see my husband approaching. I ran my eyes down his body—taking in the way his dark brown hair curled into his forehead with the humidity, the glow of his golden-brown muscled chest, and the bulge pressing against his black swim trunks.

He sat down beside me and handed me a drink. It was bright red with a fresh strawberry speared on a colorful little umbrella.

“Virgin strawberry daiquiri.” His lips brushed against my ear. “Almost as sweet as you.”

I blushed as memories of him waking me with his tongue on my pussy flooded my mind… and other parts of me. He ran his fingers across my heated cheeks. “My pretty girl.”

I leaned into his side and took a sip. “This is good. Thank you, miliy.”

“Anything for you.”

I breathed in the sweet scent of flowers and salt in the air and let out a sigh. “I love it here.” The sun was setting, sending pinks and oranges streaking across the sky and water.

“We’ll come back whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“Dangerous offer.”

“Did you not hear me say anything for you?”

I pressed my grin into his shoulder. I was embracing being a spoiled Mafia girl and loving every minute.

“I rather like this bathing suit,” Matteo said. I squirmed under his heated gaze. He’d finally convinced me into a bikini. It was absolutely tiny—black with thin straps that framed my belly. He ran his hand over my growing bump. “We’ll come back with Baby.”

I snuggled deeper into his side and he put his arm around me, holding me close. Matteo had lightened over the past few months. He was letting me in, surprising me with his smiles and sense of humor. The excitement he had for our baby was almost enough to make me forgive how ridiculously overprotective he’d become.

He kissed the top of my head before removing his arm from around me and setting down his drink. I cocked an eyebrow, but he just winked and slipped into the water. His wet hands grasped my thighs and squeezed tightly.

“Are you going to join me, wife?”

“Hmm,” I said, pretending to think about it. He growled and spread my legs, running his tongue up my inner thigh. I set my drink down as he undid the ties of my bikini bottoms.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Someone will see us.”

“I forbid it.”

“Matteo,” I said, exasperated.

“Sofiya,” he responded, matching my tone.

Whatever I was going to say died on my lips as he nuzzled the sensitive skin of my thighs and ran his tongue up my already-wet pussy.

“Oh, tesoro, you should have told me how desperate you were for me. You’re so fucking drenched, so needy.”

I inhaled sharply, my legs widening.

“The prettiest pussy.” He placed gentle kisses up my mound, each one of them torture as I begged him to touch my clit. He finally did, circling it with his tongue, but his movements were too light. “Please,” I begged. “Please, please.”

He chuckled, his laugh vibrating against my sensitive core as he dove back in. This time, his tongue was firm against me and then he finally, finally sucked my clit into his mouth. My orgasm crashed over me, rough and fast, tearing a cry from my lips. Matteo pulled away with a self-satisfied grin, but I wasn’t close to being done.

Something wet landed next to me. My breathing sped up when I saw it was his swim trunks.

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