Page 25 of Endless Obsession

“The only thing you can do that will hurt me is to deny me,” he rasped, his flame blue eyes burning into my soul. “I love you, Evelyn.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught. I’d declared my feelings for him, but I hadn’t been prepared for the overwhelming surge of emotion that was elicited by those sweet words dropping from his beautiful lips. Because looking into his shining eyes, I could see into his soul too. The love he offered me was fierce and unconditional. I would never have to prove myself to him. I would never have to earn his affection and approval.

I was enough for him, just as I was.

And he was more than enough for me; he was better than anything I’d ever dared to dream for myself.

Words stuck in my constricted throat, so I worshipped his body with my mouth, dropping hungry, reverent kisses on his jaw, his throat, his chest. I traced the shape of his abs with my tongue, and they rippled beneath me as his hand sank into my hair. He didn’t guide me lower or demand anything of me, but his firm grip anchored me to him.

I unbuckled his belt and quickly freed his cock so that I could taste him. His hard length jutted toward me, and I didn’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and welcomed him in one slow slide, suppressing my gag reflex so that I could accommodate all of his impressive length.

He murmured my name like a prayer, and his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me down on his shaft. I softened and stayed where he wanted me, allowing him to control my breath. He had all of me. I gave myself to him willingly, eagerly.

When I began to feel dizzy, he tugged me off of him. My lips grasped at his cockhead, and my tongue swirled around him in regret as he pulled his cock free.

“I want you,” I begged in a breathy whisper.

“You have me, dolcezza. But I’m not finished with you yet. I won’t be for a long time.”

He settled his body over mine and eased into me, his cock stretching me inch by delicious inch. He kissed me long and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to match the rhythm of his cock driving into my pussy. With each domineering stroke, he laid claim to everything that I was and offered me himself in return.

“I love you,” he promised between kisses, over and over again. He branded the promise onto my flesh with tongue and teeth.

We came together, our bodies joined as pure bliss sang through our bound souls.

Chapter 14

Evelyn

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” I gushed, spinning in a circle in an attempt to encompass the stunning villa that was nestled into the side of Capri. It was located on one of the quieter streets above town, so it felt private despite the fact that we were only a fifteen-minute walk from everything we needed. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” Massimo purred, threading his fingers through my hair and absently rubbing the silken blonde strands.

I giggled and tucked myself closer to his powerful frame. “The villa, Massimo,” I reminded him. “It’s bigger than what we need, really,” I continued, my cheeks warming slightly. “But I thought maybe we might want the extra bedrooms one day.”

His silver eyes flashed, and he captured my face in his big hands. “And why is that, farfallina?”

We hadn’t talked about children yet. My mouth went dry, my anxiety spiking.

“I thought…” He placed his hand over my heart in a familiar, soothing gesture. “I want to have a family with you, Massimo,” I confessed, calmed by his steady presence. “Is that something you want too?"

He looked at me as though I was his greatest treasure. “More than anything,” he rumbled. “We are already a family, Evelyn, but we will grow together. We can live in this villa and wake up to this view every morning with our children.”

He turned my body so that I faced away from him, looking out over the infinity pool toward the Faraglioni rock formation where we’d kissed for luck. His big hand splayed over my belly, cradling the place where our child would one day grow.

“If this is home, say the word, and it’s ours.”

I sucked in a deep breath, soaking in the scent of the sea and the rich purple bougainvillea flowers that grew around the patio. It mingled with the scent of leather and amber.

“Yes,” I declared, peace settling over me. “This is home.”

He stepped away, and I mourned the loss of his body heat for only a second before he dropped to one knee before me. A small black jewelry box appeared in his right hand, and he snapped it open to reveal a huge pear-shaped diamond solitaire ring. It matched the shape of my necklace perfectly.

“Be my wife, Evelyn.” He slid the ring on my finger before I could fully formulate my reply.

“Yes,” I gasped out. “I’m yours, Massimo.”

He surged to his feet and swept me up in a devastating kiss. This powerful, dangerous, protective man would be my husband, the father of our children. He was my future. My everything.

He kissed me fiercely, a promise and a slight warning. I belonged to him, and he would never let me go.

I opened for him on a sigh. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

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