Page 33 of Vow to Me

“You ready to go?”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Luca

We say our goodbyes to my family and head back to our apartment. The evening went well, Marco was his usual stoic self, but he seems more on edge around Izzy and I’m not sure what the fuck that is all about. Enzo was surprisingly well-behaved, and our father seems to be really taken by Izzy.

I was apprehensive as fuck when Dad pulled me into his office to talk business because I didn’t like leaving Izzy alone with my brothers. I know neither of them would ever try anything with her, I just don’t like leaving her alone. Fuck, I’d have her with me twenty-four-seven if I could.

All my life I’ve been adamant I’d never settle down, I’d never become attached to a woman and now look at me, I’m fucking pussy whipped by the woman sat beside me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dad wanted to speak to me to see if I’d heard anything about the Colombians—which I haven’t. They’re suspiciously quiet and I don’t fucking like it. Either they’re licking their wounds or they’re planning something big, but it’d be fucking idiotic on their part for them to try it. We have the Russians backing us now as well as a truce with the Chicago outfit. Were also on friendly terms with theIrish, so Muñoz would be better off proposing a truce rather than planning another attack, but he’s never been right in the fucking head so who the fuck knows what’ll happen. We’ll have to keep our guard up for now until he resurfaces.

Once we get home, Izzy gives me a tender kiss on the cheek and excuses herself to shower. Does she really think I won’t be joining her? Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve had to share her for half of the day, I’m not letting her out of my sight for the rest of the night.

Fuck being attached, that’s the fucking understatement of the century.

I make quick work of undressing before I make my way into the bathroom and I’m greeted by the sight of my wife in the shower, she has her back to me and hasn’t sensed my presence yet while she tilts her head back to soak her hair. Fuck, she’s a fucking vision.

“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to join me?”

So much for her not sensing me.

I walk towards her and step into the shower before shifting her so were both under the cascading spray of the shower and press my lips to hers. She tastes like strawberries and honey, like sunshine and home. She’s my fucking home.

I deepen the kiss and lightly bite down on her bottom lip which rewards me with a moan. Fuck, that sound alone could make me come like a fucking teenager. I push her backwards so her backs against the wall without breaking the kiss, my hands caress her breasts before I lower my right hand down her stomach and to her wet cunt.

“Fuck baby, you’re drenched. Is this all for me?” I pull back from the kiss to look into her hooded eyes.

“Always,” she moans as I stroke my thumb across her clit and slowly slip two fingers inside her.

I finger fuck her while I kiss up and down her neck, occasionally biting down and giving her the pain that I know she loves. It doesn’t take long until the bathroom is filled with her moans and whimpers as she shatters on my fingers.

“Oh god, Luca,” she moans. Her walls pulse around my fingers and fuck, I need inside her right the fuck now.

I pull my hand back lift her; she wraps her legs around me as I line my cock up at her entrance and slam into her, making us both groan in unison. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being inside of her. No other woman would ever compare to my girl.

“Fuck, baby, you always feel so fucking good.” I bring my lips to hers, and she hums in agreement as I continue thrusting into her.

“You’re fucking mine, Izzy, say it,” I order. I pull back and latch my lips onto the shell of her ear as she winds her arms around my neck.

“I’m yours, Luca. Always yours,” she whimpers and tugs on my hair to lift my head and we stare into each other’s eyes while I keep up my pace. I can tell she’s close, I can feel her pussy tighten around my cock and it drags a moan from me. My eyes travel from her face down to where our bodies are joined, and it takes all of my control to hold on and not come before she does.

“Shit, baby, you look so fucking beautiful taking my cock like this. You’re so fucking wet for me. You’re a fucking dream, Iz,” I grunt as the water from the shower continues to soak us both.

It’s a fucking erotic sight, seeing my wife cry out in ecstasy with water dripping down her tits. Her nipples are so hard they look fucking painful from how turned on she is.

“Come for me, baby,” I rasp and pick up my pace. “I need you to come,mia regina.”

Her walls tighten further, and she lets out a scream as she comes all over my cock, and it’s impossible to hold on any longer. I slam my hips another three times, and I’m spilling my come inside her and groaning her name.

I hold her close as we both come down from our orgasms and whisper in her ear, “You’re fucking amazing, Iz. Beautiful, stunning, breathtaking… You’re everything I didn’t know I needed, and I do need you,mia regina.”

I pull her into one last kiss, pouring everything I feel for her—all the gratitude, gratefulness and love, so much fucking love—since I can’t say the words aloud just yet. She’ll be ready one day, but today is not that day. I set her back down on her feet but keep her pulled to my chest, savoring the feel of her body pressed against mine. Skin to skin, heart to heart.

After we clean ourselves up, I wash Izzy’s hair and dry her before I pick her up and carry her to bed where we both lay naked under the blanket, her snuggled into my side with one of her legs flung over mine. We sleep like this every night now, gone are the days of her having a guest room to herself—fuck that, wherever she is, Iam. If she wants to sleep in the guest room then I’ll fucking sleep in there with her, I really don’t think I’d be able to sleep without her beside me.

This is the favorite part of my days, lying in bed on a night with my wife by my side, I stroke her hair as her eyes flutter, and I can tell she’s fighting sleep.

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