Page 127 of Diavolo

"Why?" Elyse gasped in a cloud of lust.

He leaned down to kiss her. "Because."

"Tell me," she begged as he reached between their bodies to thumb her clit.

Her pleasure spiraled alongside every flick of his thumb and every piston of his cock.

"From here," Alessandro muttered with a semi-awed expression, "I can watch your breaths quicken and your eyes burn with needknowingthat I am the one driving you to madness."

"You're right," Elyse whispered, "I'm mad for you."

"Dio,"he cursed softly, "I did not know what kind of man I wished to be until I met you."

She let out a slow, unsteady chuckle as her body continued to jolt in time to his thrusts. An overwhelming wave of love and joy bloomed within Elyse, but she didn't possess the courage to share such strong emotions with him. It would only muddy up their relationship even more, and the stakes already felt too high. What ifhedied before their plans came to fruition? Elyse didn't know if her heart would be able to weather such a tragedy. At least, not in a way where she might ever feel whole again.

"You would've found your way," Elyse mumbled, "with or without me."

His plunging cock slowed to a sweet, sluggish rhythm as he dragged himself in and out of her sheath inch by painstaking inch. Pleasure coiled and unfurled through her body like the world's most potent high. Bliss sang in her veins.

"No,cuore mio, I have been lost all my life," Alessandro said, "but I do not feel this way anymore. Because I have you at my side."

Her hands reached up to draw his face down for another kiss. She admitted, "I don't know if I ever want to leave you, Alessio, I don't know if I could bear it."

Her confession seemed to strike him hard. His brown and blue-gray eyes brimmed with a beautifully breathtaking emotion that she had never witnessed before. Alessandro began to fuck her with renewed vigor,thrusting, thrusting, thrustingat aquickening pace as though he couldn't contain his passion. Elyse soon came undone, her climax exploding from her core like a supernova. She cried out in helpless abandon. Her pussy milked her husband's cock in tight, gripping contractions, and Alessandro quickly groaned and shuddered and came as well in one of the longest and most intense orgasms she had ever seen him undergo during their lovemaking sessions.

Moments later, they lay together in a heap of post-fuck glory, skin beautifully slick from sweat and sex, minds hazy with bliss, hearts beating in perfect harmony. They napped for a while. Once they awoke, Elyse and Alessandro went to shower together and fucked some more. Hard and fast. Then, slow and sweet. Their games continued when husband and wife washed each other with soap and water. Afterward, Alessandro dropped to his knees in the wet, steamy stall and made love to her cunt all over again with his mouth and tongue and fingers until she came apart for the fourth time that day. Her pussy felt deliciously raw and wickedly overused, and her heart had never felt fuller.

When Elyse and Alessandro emerged from their bathroom, she wandered over to her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek affectionately against his back. His voice rumbled happily at her touch,"Cuore mio..."

Alessandro's spirits seemed slightly improved at the moment. It felt like a good time to approach him. Never had Elyse felt closer to another human being, and, foolishly enough, she desired to get closer still. Elyse longed to pick his brain, to learn his heart, so that she'd know how to instill him with strength for the trying times to come.

"Alessio?"

"What is it?"

Elyse hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry."

He asked, "About what?"

"Your father."

Elyse thought back to their turbulent meeting with Vincezo Vitale hours ago. Her father-in-law had been so full of spite and disdain even in his final fading days. A life of crime had hardened him too much to soften his demeanor in the face of death. It couldn't have been easy for Alessandro to be the son of a father like Vincenzo.

"Do not be sorry. I hope he dies soon.Painfully. And full of regret."

She grimaced. "Your feelings are… understandable. He's not an easy man to love."

Elyse reflected on her father. Robbie Romero had been a deeply flawed man, but he wasn't, at his core, an evil or hateful person. He had always loved her and taken care of her to the best of his ability. Unlike her husband, Elyse knew she would miss her father deeply whenever his time came. It was the reason why she had yet to pull the plug on his comatose state. Her heart wasn't ready to let him go even though her mind knew that he was most likely never going to wake up again.Familiaseemed to dictate everything about their lives.Family.

Hesitantly, she inquired, "Can I ask you something else?"

Alessandro turned around to face her, his hands fell on her hips, as his brow creased with curiosity. "What troubles you?"

Elyse started in a bumbling manner, "You were talking to your father today about someone named... Renata."

Sadness filled brown and blue-gray eyes. He didn't say anything.

"Who was she?"

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