Page 90 of Promise Maker

I caress his back, grazing the bullet wound at hisshoulder. It probably went straight through.

That doesn’t make me uneasy.

It’s arousing the dirty side of me that I neverknew I possessed, and I kiss him more fervently than ever.

Elation mounts at the ripple of my muscles asanother orgasm climbs. I lock my legs at his lower back and relinquish myselfto the emotions.

For some reason, I never expected to climax thefirst time I had sex. But here it comes.

“Uhh…”

Domenico eases up to look at my face.

I dig my fingers into his muscular arms,whimpering from the surge of fire.

“That’s it,tesoro,” hegrowls in satisfaction. “Let go. Let it all out.”

A surprise scream rips out of me as the pleasurebubble explodes at my core. “Oh fuck!”

I thought shattering from oral sex wasotherworldly. It turns out his cock does a much greater and epic job.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he grates,lowering to kiss me again.

His muscles tense at my grip, and his body beginsto unravel.

“Ugh…Solari...” Domenico stares at me as heunloads his warm semen into my vagina. “So good. So…fucking good…ugh!”

Excitement swells in my chest, seeing his ecstasyface and how satisfied he is with me.

Coming down from the high, he slumps on my body,whispering between kisses, “Ilmiotesoro.”

There must be such a thing as sex being so greatit knocks you out because I find myself waking from deep sleep to the rushingsound of water.

Domenico moseys from the bathroom and turns on thelamp by the bed, putting his scorching hot frame on display.

“Come here.” He lifts my naked body into his armsand carries me to theensuitebathroom, lowering meinto the tub of warm soapy water.

Piling my curls on top of my head, he secures itwith a band, climbs into the large tub, and holds me from behind.

I relax against his firm chest, closing my eyes.

“I read that warm water helps you down there,” hemutters at my ear.

“Mm. It does feel good.”

I moisten my lips as he lightly traces his fingersup and down my arms.

“It’s risky coming here,” he says. “But I wantedto give you some speck of a honeymoon away from everyone. We have guards, soyou’re safe.”

I thread our fingers in the water, telling him, “Ionly feel safe with you. I trust you, Domenico.”

“Buona. I want yourtrust,tesoro. I want your mind, your body, yoursoul, and your heart.” He lowers his head to kiss my shoulder, whispering, “Perchéhaituttodi me.Tiamo,tesoro.Sonocompletamentecaduto.”

I turn to him, a pinch between my brows as Ireplay the Italian words in my head. I don’t understand some of it, buttiamotesorosticks out.

Domenico loves me.

Why am I afraid to admit that I love him, too?

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