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“How are you?” Santino asks, kissing me all over my face. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” I tell him, my voice soft. The blood rushing through my head finally starts to settle and I can hear the pounding of our hearts plastered together. “Thank you.”

Santino chuckles. “Thank you?”

“For checking to make sure I’m okay.” I run my fingers up and down his back. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t too rough for your first time?”

I slide my hands over his shoulders and up his neck to cup his face. His dark brown eyes are slightly lighter somehow, and full of a mix of worry and wonder.

“No, you weren’t. I wanted you to give me exactly what you did, and it was perfect. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to–” I’m in the middle of making the X mark over my heart when he swoops down and grabs my finger between his teeth, cutting me off mid phrase. I squeal when he bites down.

“Don’t even think of finishing that stupid saying,” he says roughly. “I hate it and I don’t want to think of you…you know.”

“Dying?”

“Shh,” he hushes, kissing me quiet. “I said don’t say it.”

Laughing, I caress his cheek. “Okay.” I look between his eyes, debating if I should ask the question on the tip of my tongue.

“Ask me whatever is on your mind.”

“How did you–?”

“It’s written all over your face.”

“I was wondering if it feels the same for you.”

“Sex?”

“Yes. Well, kind of. I was thinking more about the orgasm part.”

“How does it feel for you?” he asks, and I can see in his eyes that he’sveryinterested in my answer.

“The pressure in me builds up until you set me off, and I’m falling and flying like I’m a million burning stars floating in space.”

Santino’s eyes soften and crinkle at the edges. “That sounds pretty fucking awesome.”

I burst out laughing and he smiles that million-dollar smile that can get me to do anything. “For me, it’s a fire that travels down my spine. My cock gets even harder and swells right before I come. With you, my bride, I’ve never come harder in my life, and that means I saw fucking stars when I came, losing myself to you. And the feeling of your pussy squeezing me and pulsating around me as you orgasmed…” He shakes his head in disbelief. “It was like a tight hug for my cock, and I can’t say I’ve ever had a better hug in my life. I told you, you were made for me.” Santino kisses me long and slow to show me just how much. He slips out of me and I groan, missing him already.

“I’m going to get a warm washcloth to clean you up, my bride. Just relax.”

My eyes start to droop immediately, but I moan in appreciation when he gently takes care of me and then comes back to hold me as I drift off into a blissful sleep.

Chapter 23

Santino

Mia Antonucci.

My wife. My heart. My weakness. My undoing.

We spent two days in bed and I explored every inch of her body, learning everything it’s capable of doing and feeling.

Mia let me fuck her until she passed out, and then I’d wake her up with my mouth on her because I needed to taste her and touch her, but knew she was sore and needed a break.

Her screams and moans were the soundtrack on repeat for two days, and her naked body my canvas to create art with my hands and mouth.

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