Page 50 of Her Overprotective Fiance

As soon as I start shaking my head, Giancarlo actually grips my shoulders and givesmea shake.

"SAY IT, SARICA—-"

"Why?" I cry out. "Why should I say it—-"

"So I can say it back."

No. No. No.

All I can do is stare at him.

All I can do is wait.

All I can do isfear.

He couldn't have possibly said what he said.

And if he did, then he can't have possibly meant it.

He can't.

But when all he does is stare back at me.

God.

Oh God.

Is this real, God?

I'm not sure how or why it happened.

But I'm suddenly back on his lap, my legs around his waist, and our mouths fused in a kiss that makes me cry because I've never tasted anything sweeter.

Tears roll down my cheeks even as I suddenly find myself lying on my back and Giancarlo is moving down between my legs—-

AAAAAAAH.

My body arches up as he tastes the most intimate part of my body.

Giancarlo...

Oh, Giancarlo...

My love.

I'm dying to cry the words out, but I can't.

I want to so, so much, but he deserves more than a burden.

Giancarlo, my love.

All I can do is sob and claw helplessly at the sheets as I come, my body shuddering helplessly under the relentless thrusts of his tongue.

I sense him moving up as my body grows heavy in the aftermath, and my eyes slowly flutter open.

"You're mine, Sarica."

Yes, I am.

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