Page 97 of Promise Maker

“That’s it,tesoro.Scream for me.” He shoves his fingers into my pussy, and I cry out from theimmense euphoria coming from both holes and start to buck like a maniac.

Whimpers trickle out incessantly.

“Domenico!” I scream at the top of my lungs, voicebooming in the cove as the pleasure dam detonates, and I squirt all over hisfingers and towel.

“Uhh…fuck…tesoro….” His voice sounds strained with profound lust ashe starts to fall apart as well, shooting his cum into my ass.

We’re both a heaving mess as the sexual highslowly settles.

Domenico sinks to the towel beside me.

He holds my hand on his pounding chest when I turnonto my back. I stare up at the rocks and trees, admiring the surroundingswhile calming my heart, thinking how perfect this feels.

Then I look at him and smile, understanding hisneed to mark every part of my body, to cement himself so deep in the fibers ofmy existence that I feel him with every breath I take.

I understand because I share the same immensedesire. It is why my heart and soul are at ease with this man. Happy.

At Domenico’s side is where I should be.

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We enjoy breakfast in the yard the followingmorning, then Domenico takes me on a boat ride along the coast to a privatebeach.

My brown skin is so radiant and bronzy from allthe time spent in the sun.

Returning to our cliffside getaway, Gabriellaserves lunch. And later, Domenico and I play games where I have to guess themeaning of Italian words.

We laze around for the rest of the day, justenjoying each other and strengthening our connection.

After dinner, we cuddle on the sofa, listening tomoody Italian music while drinking wine.

“You said you studied business in college,”Domenico remarks, pouring more wine into his empty glass. “Would you like torun the warehouse with me? I’m sure Father won’t mind. You could take picturesof our stock. Help me sample liquor.” He lightly caresses my arm as he adds,“Travel with me to different countries to meet potential clients.”

“That does sound enticing. I was starting towonder if it’d be possible to work.” I dip my head at the thought of my dad’sshipping yard and his business.

“Tell me,” Domenico insists, pulling my focus back.

“Um, I was thinking about my dad. He taught me alot about handling business. He wanted me to take over the container shipmentsafter he retired.”

Domenico crumples his brows. “Do you still desireto return home and sort it out? Run his shipping yard?”

“That’s just it. I don’t think I ever wanted that.I only paid attention because my dad didn’t have a son.” I trace the rim of theglass, muttering, “I wonder if he knew how I felt.”

“I’m sure Bishop only wanted your happiness. Hadyou told him your desires, he would have understood.”

“Hm.”

“Whatareyour dreams, Solari?” he asks. “Iwant to know them all.”

Naturally, a smile stretches my lips. “Well, when Iwas sixteen, I planned to marry this handsome man from Sicily and travel theworld with him, taking pictures.”

His eyes glisten with the wide grin stretchingacross his face. “Is that so?”

“Mmhm. I held that planin my heart for six years, and then, well, he didn’t show up.”

He sets the glass on the coffee table and takes myhand. “I’m here now.”

“Yeah.” I lean my head to one side. “You showed upwhen I needed you the most.”

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