Page 18 of Vow to Me

“Fuck baby, the sounds you make, your taste, your fucking body.Christ woman,you’ll be the fucking death of me,” he groans and the sound of him groaning in pleasure from my taste makes me even wetter as his pretty, dirty words send a buzzing sensation through me.

“You like that, huh, dirty girl? You like driving me wild, walking around the apartment in your little shorts, your see through little tops where I can see your nipples poking through, begging me to taste them?”

I grab a handful of his hair and pull on it as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting the spot that I needed him to as I buck my hips up and down, grinding on his face while I chant unintelligible nonsense, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m trying to say at this point.

“Fuck Iz, I need you to come for me, come all over my face while screaming my name, fuckingpleasebaby,” he begs.

And I do, I come screaming his name and drenching his face in my release.

Fuck me, that has got to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Luca kisses his way back up my body while I come down from the high of my orgasm, he presses a sweet kiss to my lips before getting up.

I think he’s about to leave the room, but instead he picks me up bridal style and walks to the bathroom. He turns on the shower,sets me down on the floor and guides me into the shower before stripping off his clothes and stepping in beside me.

This is the first time I’ve seen Luca without his clothes on, his broad chest is covered in intricate tattoos, blending well with the tribal themed tattoos that cover both of his arms and damn, he’s got a fucking six pack. His body is an honest to God work of art.

Christ, why does he have to fucking look like that?

Luca makes quick work of scrubbing his body as I do the same, deciding I’m not in the mood to deal with the nest that is situated on the top of my head I forgo washing my hair, deciding that’s tomorrow's issue. I step out of the shower and before I can grab a towel, Luca’s already wrapping one around me and patting me dry. I go to reach for him, wanting to reciprocate the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me, but he swats my hand away and shakes his head.

“Not tonight, just let me take care of you Iz,” he says so gently it almost brings tears to my eyes; I’ve been on my own for so long I can’t remember that last time someone wanted to take care of me. I give him a shaky nod and he picks me up again, carrying me through the apartment and into his room.

He sets me on the bed and tilts his head in amove overgesture. I scoot over as he climbs into the bed beside me, then he loops his arm under my neck and around my back before he pulls me to his chest, tucking my head under his chin and stroking up and down my back with a featherlight touch.

We lay in comfortable silence, neither of us feeling the need to talk. Luca keeps a tight hold on me, as if he thinks that if he loosens his grip for even a second, I’ll disappear, never to be seen again. I’venever felt so fucking cherished in all my life. I’ve never been one to snuggle, a couple of the men I’ve been with in the past may have tried, but that was quickly shut down. It feels different with Luca, as if I belong here in his arms.

For the first time in my life, I’m relaxed while lying in bed. I’m not thinking about the horrors of our world, I’m not wondering what he’s thinking or what the hell we’re doing, I’m simply just living for this moment, safely tucked up with my husband surrounding me like a barrier to the thoughts that would usually consume me and terrorize me at night.

For the first time in my life, I’m safe.

“Goodnight,mia regina,”he whispers as I’m drifting to sleep and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

Chapter Seventeen

Luca

Fucking Izzy with my mouth has got to be one of the most fucking erotic things I’ve ever encountered, she’s like a goddamn drug that’s so intoxicating you’d happily die for just one more hit, she tasted so fucking sweet, and her raspy little moans nearly made me come right there in my pants. Jesus Christ, I’d never been so fucking turned on in all my life.

No woman has ever had that much of an effect on me, a bomb could have gone off and I still wouldn’t have been able to pull myself away from her pretty pink pussy. I’d have happily been blown to pieces as long as I did it while feasting on her. And fuck, when she pulled on my hair while crying out for more? It’s an honest to God miracle I didn’t blow my load, which would have been embarrassing as fuck, luckily, I managed to control myself.

I know she was confused about why I wouldn’t let her touch me, and if I’m being honest, it fucking killed me to turn her away, but I wanted last night to be focused on her. It took all my strength to not bend her over and fuck her while we showered, especially after I’d just felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, knowing she’d squeeze the fucking life out of my cock and seeing her soaking wet in the shower, washing her tits, water dripping from themand begging me to give them another taste? Her swollen pussy on display, begging me to take her right there? Or when she turned around, and I got a full view of that fucking prefect, full, plump ass that begged me to lean over and give it a sharp slap? Fucking torture.

Fuck, I could come from just thinking about it.

I barely slept all night, too preoccupied staring down at Izzy’s angelic face while she clung to me in her sleep, she’s fucking perfect. I never thought a woman would be able to capture my attention the way she has. I’m not sure whether it’s because I know that I’m married to her and I’ll have to spend my life with her, or whether it’s just her. To be truthful, she had me fucking mesmerized from the second I laid eyes on her when she walked down that aisle.

The woman has managed to worm her way inside me, and I don’t think I’ll ever fucking get her out, and I honestly don’t think I would want to. It feels as though she was made just for me, as though my soul recognizes hers, like we’re both two halves of a whole, destined to complete each other. She’s quickly becoming the most important person in my life, which is fucking strange since I’ve known her for such a short amount of time.

I've just woken up, and she’s still lying in the same position she was in last night when she fell asleep. As I peer down at her, I try to imagine what life has been like for her.

I know her father is an asshole who basically sold her off like cattle, but it sounds as though she’s had it rough growing up. She lost her mom when she was eleven, and since then it seems asthough the only person she’s been able to rely on was her bodyguard, the one who trained her into the pretty little killing machine that she is. She told me about how Alessi died last year, I can’t imagine the pain that that caused her, knowing that from then on, she was on her own.

Girls growing up in the Mafia have it hard as it is, I can’t imagine how much worse it was for my girl.Yeah, I’m embracing this shit, she’s my girl.

When we lost our mom, at least me and my brothers still had each other, along with our dad too. We had each other to lean on and support each other. I never realized how truly lucky I’ve been to have a loving family until Izzy shared her story with me. My little queen has been alone for so long.

Well, she’s not alone anymore. Fuck that, she has me now and I’ll burn the fucking city to ashes to keep her safe and happy.

Izzy’s head burrows further into my chest before she realizes that I’m not actually a pillow and her eyes flutter open, a crease forming on her brow as she wakes up and sees she’s still sprawled out on top of me and not in her own bed.

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