Page 95 of Promise Maker

Domenico lines his forehead, asking, “Whereexactly?”

“Somewhere in the pacific,” I specify.

“It’ll take me some time, but I’ll get it done.”

Amazed, I widen my eyes. “You’d seriously do allthat for me?”

“Of course. You are my wife. Mytesoro.” He seems so serious.

“Domenico, you know I’m joking. I wouldn’t ask forsuch grand things.”

“I know.” He snorts. “That’s why I went along withit.”

“Ugh.” Giggles bursts out of me.

His eyes soften, and his grin broadens. “Sobeautiful. I’ve longed to hear you laugh. I know you’re sad and unable to do itoften, so it warms me to make you laugh even a little.”

I settle down, absorbing his words. “Sometimes Ifeel guilty. But my dad would want me to be happy. He said so in his letter.”

Domenico wears a serious expression as he says, “Iwill do my best to make you happy,tesoro.”

“I believe you. Besides, you made a promise.” Idrive in for a sensual kiss, letting him lift me in his arms to float around inthe water.

Getting out shortly, we retrieve towels from thebag, sit on rocks, and talk while eating the lunch we packed.

Time is lost to us as we learn more and more abouteach other. I love the way Domenico laughs from the belly when I share funnystories with him. The sounds are deep, raw, and melodic to my ears. I want tomake him laugh like that always.

Before we know it, a streak of fiery orange bleedsdown into the cove from above, and shadows are starting to grow.

Sunset.

Domenico drifts off while staring at the water.

Mesmerized by the impeccably handsome man, I reachfor my camera and snap a photo.

The click draws his attention, and he smiles. “Iplanned to bring you back tomorrow. But want to stay here another day?”

Glee sprouts in my chest and disperses to the restof my body. “Sì. One more day.”

“Bene.” He peers back at the grass and turns to mewith a devilish expression. I know what he wants without him saying a word.

I gulp.

He spreads his towel on the ground and nods for meto lie on it.

Though my vagina is becoming sore, I am eager forwhat he will do to me. So, I straighten from the rock and walk over, loweringon Domenico’s towel.

He rifles in the bag and pulls out a small bottle.

“What’s that?” I question, anxious.

He arches his brow and tells me, “Lube.”

My mouth makes the O shape.

“I have one more hole to claim,tesoro.” He slides down his swim trunks and rubs his hardcock. “And I will claim it. I crave all of you.”

I swallow deeply, my heart rate rising. “Okay.”

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