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I press my forehead to his so I can gaze into his eyes as he fucks me and find that piercing stare boring into my mind. He's given himself to me completely, shown me that he's loyal to me above all else, that he'll go to any length he deems necessary to protect me.

A rush of pleasure courses through me, and I rake my nails along his back, pulling him in even closer. I can't get enough of him. I can't even come close. There's something so fucking hot about the man he is, about the man he's become while we've been together and that he wants me so much that he was willing to overlook the mission he planned on just because he wanted to be with me.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Elena."

Hearing my name on his lips sends another jolt of pleasure through me. I'm bucking against him now, grinding into him like I'm addicted to him, needing to feel him, every part of him, every inch of his body. He thrusts into me, filling me with long, deep strokes that send shockwaves through my whole system. I'm close, so close, so damn close to going over the edge I can hardly stand it.

And then, at last, the pleasure crests, and I sink into the most delicious climax. I claw at his back as I cry out, filling this whole house with the sound of my orgasm, my pussy clenching around his cock over and over again. He moves into me hard and fast, drawing the pleasure out for as long as he can get it to last, making every part of my body give in to him completely.

I feel him reach his own release inside of me, pushing deep one last time and then stilling himself as he lets me revel in the pleasure of my own orgasm. I squeeze my thighs around him, pulling him in close to me, letting him feel the helpless relief that only he can give me.

He holds himself there for a long moment before he pulls back, then slides himself from me carefully, as though still worried that I might break if he isn't careful with me. He kisses me one more time, a hard, passionate kiss that seems set to seal everything we've just shared, then pulls me into his arms and onto his chest.

I lie next to him, our naked, sweat-sheened bodies still tangled up in one another. I don't want to let him go. It feels like that morning at the cabin, when I felt like everything was about to change. But now, everything really has changed. Nothing is going to be the same, not ever again, not as long as I live.

But when I'm here with him, it's hard to believe that's a bad thing. Everything that happened in the forest feels almost... distant now, like it could have happened to someone else entirely.

He brushes his nose across my hair and cups my cheek so I can look at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm not sure," I confess. "Just... confused, I think. And tired."

"You should get some sleep," he tells me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"You don't think Valentina will be mad when she finds out I'm staying here?"

"I think she'll deal with it."

The way he says it, I can tell he's planning to have some serious words with his sister. I'm grateful. I don't think I can go back to my dorm room now and pretend like nothing happened at all.

"You stay here, sleep," he orders me as he climbs out of bed and starts to get dressed. "I'll bring you up some food later. Okay?"

"Okay."

He turns to me for a moment before he leaves, a slightly strange expression on his face. It's one that I haven't seen before, though something tells me I'm going to have to get used to it.

"I love you, Elena."

And with that, before I can so much as get a word out in response, he leaves. I want to say it back, but as I get comfortable in his bed, curling into myself, I find myself tumbling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Twenty—Giovanni

When I hear the door open, I draw in a deep breath and take a long sip of my scotch.

I doubt my sister is going to make this easy for me. But I need her on my side right now, and I'm willing to do anything I can to make that happen.

When Valentina steps into the living room, unwrapping her scarf from around her neck, she freezes.

"What are you doing here?" she demands, voice taut. She's got every reason to be mad at me. After all, I've been avoiding her like the plague after what happened with Elena's father just a few days ago. But now, at least, I have something in the way of good news for her, and I'm glad that I don't have to keep hiding from my sister any longer.

"Elena's father is dead."

She stares at me for a moment, her eyes widening as though she's waiting for me to tell her it's a joke or a game. I don't. I meet her gaze steadily, almost daring her to contradict me.

"He's...?"

"He's dead."

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