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“Get ready to ride me, Vita Mia. I want to feel you come all over my dick. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to have a constant remembrance of me all day when you move.” His hands lifted and pulled. His hips rose, meeting hers, thrusting in tandem.

“Jeter, it’s too much. Oh god, you feel bigger like this,” she cried.

Tilting his hips forward, he slammed up into her, changing the angle, sliding over her clit with each stroke. Her inner muscles clamped down on him.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Fuck me,” he yelled.

She tossed her head back, lost in ecstasy. He nearly came with her as she called his name over and over.

Once the strangling of her pussy relaxed, he moved, lying her down on the padded leather bench. He leaned over her, one leg on the floor, one between her thighs.

Jeter stared down at Tori and pulled her right leg over his. Opening her up for him. “Ready for more?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, knowing she was with him all the way. His woman reached for him, her arms sliding around his back, nails digging in and marking his flesh.

Pain and pleasure combined, making it hard for him to keep from racing toward orgasm. This time, he’d take her with him.

Her hips tilted up, meeting his thrusts, taking every inch of him without stopping. Jeter ran his palm up her chest and pinched one of her nipples, bending to suck the bud into his mouth. “You’re so damn beautiful, Vittoria.”

“I love you, Jeter,” she whispered.

His hips slammed harder inside of her. He pressed their bodies together and touched his forehead against hers. He looked Tori in the eyes. Inches apart, locked together from their head to their toes. He felt his orgasm building from the intensityof such a monumental moment. Hell, he’d swear his cock pulsed as if he had a mind of his own.

“Say it again, Vita Mia,” he breathed against her lips.

She blinked. Her lashes nearly touched his with their length. “I said I love you.”

He stilled her hips from wiggling, worried he’d come if she didn’t stop moving. No way in hell he’d leave her behind.

“I fucking love you more than I ever thought possible. Vorrei fare l’amore con te for the rest of my life.” Telling Tori he wanted to make love to her for the rest of his life was huge. He wanted her to wear his ring, his name, and one day, carry his children.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

Jeter lifted his head. “No dreams can be as good as this. My mother once told us we’d know when we found our soulmate when we couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning. I asked her what she meant, and she said that she always wanted to see our father first because reality was much better than any dream could ever be. That, she said, was true love. I get it. When I woke up this morning, I hated leaving you when you were sleeping, but I knew I had to get some stuff sorted. Kendrick gave me shit the entire time because he said I was being a dick.” He shifted inside her. Sliding in and out in a slow glide.

Tori moaned. “Your mother sounds like a very wise woman.”

“She is. Let’s not talk about her while my dick is inside you. Fuck, I love your pussy almost as much as I love you,” he groaned.

They both moved together, their bodies rising and falling with the need to come. Her nails dug into his shoulders. His hips pumped faster. The intensity of pleasure could no longer be set aside.

“I need you to come with me, Tori.”

Lifting his body up enough to slide his hand between them, he glided his finger down her flat stomach. Finding her clit, hepinched the little nub between his fingers. Her mouth opened on a cry.

He released the pressure and rubbed in tight circles, keeping his eyes locked on Tori’s face until her body flushed and locked down on his. The moment her orgasm took her, he let go, thrusting in and out, and raced toward his own release. Lights flashed behind his closed eyes. The intensity shot through his body like a bolt of lightning shooting through the sky. He continued to move, wanting to prolong the sensation long after their release until his arms gave out. Winded, he eased his chest on top of Tori.

“I need a minute,” he whispered.

She wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over his back. He knew she was smiling.

Chapter Twenty Two

After they took a quick shower, Jeter told Tori to meet him downstairs. They didn’t have any new information about the attacks, but they knew the Rizzos were involved.

A revolting shudder wracked her, thinking about her life and how awful it would’ve been. She’d had no choice but to run. Her stepfather would’ve forced her to marry Alberto. She didn’t know how he’d died and honestly didn’t give a shit. If that made her a terrible person, so be it.

On the bed, she found a bag from a lingerie store. Her hand reached for the bag, excitement making her stomach flutter.

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