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“A little,” I pant, and he runs his hands up over my hips, settling at the top of my ribcage so his fingers span my ribs and around my back, and his thumbs press into me right beneath my breasts.

“This was made for you,farfalla. You should buy it in every color. As a matter of fact, buy the whole damn store.”

“It wasn’t cheap,” I goad, smirking down at him. I know exactly where Aria and Gia bought it.

“Good. I don’t want you in anything cheap. I’ll give you my credit card to buy whatever you want so long as it includes more of these.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“But this set is special, Mrs. Antonucci. I want to see this on you every anniversary. And yes,” he says, kissing me in the center of my chest, “I saideveryanniversary. Because I plan on being married to you until I take my last breath.”

Santino keeps his eyes on mine when he leans in and places a kiss to each of my nipples that are hard and straining against the silk covering them. I sigh and pull my shoulders back, thrusting my chest forward, silently asking for more.

“Patience, my bride,” he muses, the rumble of his deep voice against me sending vibrations straight to my already throbbing core. “Let me savor my gift.”

Santino’s fingers unhook my bra, slowly, one at a time, planting a kiss on one of my nipples every time he does, driving me insane and making my breasts ache and my pussy flood with desire.

There seems to be an endless number of hooks and I’m dizzy. His gaze and touch are hypnotic.

When he finally reaches the last hook, Santino runs a finger down my exposed spine and pulls his head back, bringing the silk fabric with him.

His eyes flare at seeing my exposed breasts for the first time, and my nipples tighten to the point of pain under his gaze.

“I need to taste you,farfalla. Please,” he begs, cupping my breasts and filling his large hands with my sensitive flesh.

I choke on a moan. “Yes.”

The moment his hot tongue touches my skin, I grip his biceps for support and my head falls back, a sigh of relief leaving me that turns into a moan when he squeezes my breasts and swirls his tongue around my taut nipple.

“Let me see your eyes,” he demands, and I snap my chin down, meeting his eyes again. “I want to see your face and eyes for everything I do. I want to see what drives you crazy.”

“This,” I admit softly. “Everything. All of it.”

Santino’s blinding smile catches me off guard and I trace his lips with the tip of my finger. “Do you know how devastatingly good-looking you are? Devilishly handsome when you’re all serious and unemotional, and roguishly sexy when you smile like this.”

He catches my finger between his teeth and bites gently. I squeal and pull my finger free.

“I’m glad my wife finds me devilishly handsome and roguishly sexy. I’d be a little disappointed if she didn’t like her view as much as I like mine.”

I wish I had a witty response, but Santino’s mouth is back on me, and all words and thoughts go right out of my head again.

He licks, sucks, and nibbles his way across my breasts, touching me everywhere but my stiff peaks.

“Santino,” I growl in frustration, and he smirks.

“I want to make you come like this first, without me touching your pussy. Do you think you can?”

“I don’t know,” I admit honestly, albeit a little shyly.

“Well, I do, and you’re going to come for me like this first. Just my mouth on your perfect tits to get that pussy nice and drenched for me to eat, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“That’s my girl.” He winks and runs his thumb over one of my nipples. I cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure unexpected and amazing. “Give me your sounds, Mia. Don’t hold back. It’s just us here.”

Santino swirls his tongue around and around one nipple, while running his thumb back and forth over the other. My legs tremble and my pussy throbs. He switches sides and repeats the torture, the sighs and moans leaving my lips foreign to my ears.

“Give in, Mrs. Antonucci,” Santino demands in a gravelly voice that has me quivering all over. His lips latch around mynipple and he sucks me hard into his mouth while he pinches my other one, and I see stars.

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