Page 110 of Angelo

They made their way to bed. The door clicked shut behind their hurried steps. Clothes disappeared from their bodies. Circumstances had separated them for almost a year. It had been hard, not impossible, but hard, to find time for sex. Elyse felt deprived of her man, and, from the hungry look in Alessandro's eyes, she could tell that he had been suffering in the same way.

They didn't waste any time. Husband and wife were drawn to each other as though strung together by invisible thread. Arms twined around bodies. Skin burned skin. Alessandro dipped his head to kiss her properly, stealing her breath away.

As he reached for a condom, Elyse brushed his hand aside. "Wait."

His eyebrows shot up in a question."Cuore mio?"

She took his hand and placed his palm on her belly. "I'm ready. If you're ready."

Understanding seemed to hit Alessandro like a bolt of lightning. All at once, his eyes popped wide and round, a grin spread across his face, and his cock jumped from semi-hard to steel in one second flat.

"You do not need to say another word," he said laughingly, pushing her onto the mattress and positioning his hardness between her legs. "I have been ready since our wedding night!"

She chuckled at his enthusiasm, which quickly turned into a moan of delight as her husband bent down to suck on her breasts. He used his cock to rub her slit, dipping inside her core every few seconds or so to wet the tip before returning to dote on her clit. The bastard teased her and teased her until—

"Stop fucking around," Elyse growled in frustration.

"Imploralo,"he teased, smirking.Beg for it.

Elyse decided that it was time to let the cat out of the bag.

"On my knees?" she tossed back, wickedness twinkling in her eyes. "Or my back?"

If at all possible, Elyse felt her husband grow even harder between her thighs. "I fucking knew it."

"What?"

"You understand me perfectly!" Alessandro growled.

"Guilty as charged," she finally admitted.

"How long has this been going on?"

She lowered her lashes demurely. "Long enough."

"Fuck."

"Are you upset?"

"Dio, no," he groaned under his breath, "I am at your mercy right now."

Within the next second, Alessandro pushed himself inside her. His fingers laced with hers. He pinned her hands on either side of her face, gazing down ather, fucking her, with nothing but love in his eyes.

"The future feels bright," he gasped in awe, "because of you."

She smiled up at him, flushed and breathless. "No, the futureisbright because ofus."

"To paradise," murmured Alessandro.

"To paradise," Elyse echoed softly.

Pleasure peaked and washed over them. As Elyse laid drowsily in Alessandro's arms, her thoughts turned inward and introspective. Elyse didn't know if God would ever forgive the sins she had committed alongside her husband, but she’d spend the rest of her life trying to atone for them. She intended to start her work in their hospitals. Strangely, though, Elyse didn't feel remorseful.

Through all the madness and the mayhem, they became each other's sword and shield. They found some honor in the gray. They chased away the darkness, and they’d continue to shine,together, together, always together, no matter what shadows loomed ahead.

Every sin, every struggle, and every stumble along this journey had been purposeful. They’d all been necessary. Each step had brought Elyse closer to Alessandro. With him, even hell felt like heaven because, in truth, he was no devil.

He was her angel.

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