Page 57 of Promise Maker

Domenico crawls up my body like a ravenouspredator. “I’ll make you scream my name,tesoro.” Heroughly wraps my legs around him, the tip of his cock positioning at myentrance. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s time I claim you.”

“Wait…” I press my hands at his chest. “Wait…um…”

“What’s the matter?” he groans hungrily. “Don’tyou want my cock?”

“I do—ooh—” I shudder as it teases the opening,needing entry. “But I’ve never.”

Domenico freezes on top of me, brows curling.“You’ve never?”

I swallow hard and clarify, “I’m still a virgin.I’ve never had sex.”

“But…in the garden, you told me—”

“I lied. Sorry. I was sixteen. I didn’t want youto think I was a prude or something.”

“You waited…” He repeats in a murmur like hefinally understands what I’ve been saying.

Domenico eases from me, staying on his knees.

“Do you want me?” he asks, tone serious. “Will youlook past what happened two years ago and be with me?”

I seriously consider it and let my heart—and mycock-hungry body—decide. “Yes.”

He fixes my dress, covering my chest then grabbingmy panty from the grass.

“Wait…I said yes.”

Domenico helps me from the ground. “Solari, youdidn’t wait so long for your first time to be under an orange tree.”

I snort. “But my first oral sex was, so I don’tmind.”

“That was the first time as well?” he marvels.

“Yeah.”

Closing the space between us, he touches my neck,rubbing my pulse point. “When you feel my cock for the first time, it will bein my bed. It will be gentle. Then I want to do those filthy things to you.I’ll take your ass, and I want to wrap your pretty cherry lips around my cock.”He tugs me into his chest. “I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long—to unleasha raging beast on you. Let me know if you’re afraid. Tell me if you don’t thinkyou can handle it.”

I lift my hand to his cheek, saying bravely, “Ican handle it. I’m ready now.”

“Not yet,” he says, confusing me.

“Why?”

“There’s something I must do first. I want tofulfill my promise in the garden. Solari, I will makeyoumy wife. Make you aMartelli, andprotect youforever.”

That jolts my mind back to Dad’s refusal and howhe didn’t want us together.

But just as Domenico, I’ve desired this since ourencounter eight years ago. Something inside had convinced me it was right.

Yet, now that I’m older, I realize I want more.

A deeper bond.

“We’re not in love,” I mutter.

Domenico cradles both my cheeks with his hands. “Ifell for you through eight years of photos.”

I shake my head. “That’s just an attraction. Anobsession over images. I want you to loveme, and that’ll only happen bygetting to know me.”

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