Page 62 of Promise Maker

The chef brings our breakfast, and we continuesharing between eating.

Domenico tells me his happier memories growing upin Agrigento and the many countries he’s visited. It’s nice to know it wasn’tbrutal all the time.

We set sail after breakfast, and I mosey to theedge to view the scenery even better.

A shaky breath leaves my lips when he draws closeto my back and drapes his arms around me.

Domenico presses an arousing kiss on my neckbefore uttering in my ear, “You give me the kind of peace I’ve never felt. Iwant to hold on to you so badly.”

Turning in his arms, I ask, “Have you ever thoughtof leaving? Go someplace far and leave it all behind?”

His mesmerizing sepia eyes gleam in the sunlight.“I have considered that, Solari. But I couldn’t possibly leave. I have a dutyto my family.” He lowers his gaze. “Running away is not only disgraceful, butI’d be vulnerable. Men wouldn’t think twice to take me out.”

I cradle his face, making him look at me again.“Right now, I’d run away with you if you asked me.”

That warrants a sexy smile.

Domenico expels a low rumble and begins to pull mebelow deck, where a bed awaits us.

“I want to taste you again.” He slams the doorshut and sets me on the bed. “Let me hear your sexy cries.”

Excitement mounts, but I still ask nervously,“Won’t they hear us?”

“My men mind their business.” He lifts the dressover my head and unclasps my bra to free my ample breasts. Lowering to hisknees before me, Domenico cups them in his palms and shakes his head in awe. “Icould stare at your body all day. So incredible.”

He releases a savage grunt as he charges for mybreasts, twirling his tongue around each nipple, triggering erotic shivers.

Once he’s satisfied, he grips my arms and flattensme on the bed.

“Uhh…” I clutch the sheetswhen he rubs my clit with his thumb. Then he sniffs me through the lace thong.

“Ha unodorecosìbuono,” he hums beforesliding his tongue down the center, making me purr like a kitten.

Anticipation has me aching. I thank the heavenswhen Domenico removes my thong and spreads me wide.

“Look at that pretty flower,” he remarks. “So wet.Sofucking wet.” He dives in, viciously attacking mypussy.

I bite on my lip in an attempt to silence mymoans. But the euphoric pleasure is so immense that the cries shoot out of me,echoing loudly around us.

Domenico alternates between ferocious licks andsucking. At the sound of his belt and zipper, I lift my head. He frees histhick cock and begins to pump it with his hand.

“Fuck me,” I hear myself beg, yearning for him.

He grunts at my pussy. “You’re hungry for my cock.Aren’t you,tesoro? But not yet. Not until ourwedding night. Then I’ll plant my seed in you.” He slams his tongue into mywalls while pinching my clit.

I buck and arch on the bed, screaming like a bansheeas the volcano erupts. Fluids spray onto the sheets, making a mess.

Satisfaction shrouds my body at the realizationDomenico is having an orgasm as well. His creamy cum shoots onto the wood as hehuffs and flinches from the release.

We’re both exhausted afterward.

He slumps beside me on the bed, chest rising andfalling deeply.

I turn to him, still in a sexual daze.

Domenico strokes my cheek before leaning in for apassionate kiss, letting me taste my arousal.

We enjoy the moment a while longer. Then Domenicostraightens, cleans up, and grabs a change of clothes from the small closet.

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