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“Look, Serena, look at the rolling hills, the deep green valleys, the vineyards that stretch for miles. Isn’t my country beautiful?”

I murmur a yes, lost in the building orgasm.

“And still, it pales in comparison to you. You, Serena Valentino, are exquisite.” He sucks on my neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh, and my entire body preens at the compliment. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” He pounds harder, the slap of his hips against my ass echoing in an erotic harmony. “Dio, I must have done something right in my life to end up here with you.”

His heartfelt words break that final wall, obliterating all restraint. “I can’t wait any more,” I pant. I mutter something incomprehensible as the dam crumbles and pleasure roars through me. Fire singes my veins, ripping a cry from my lips, my knees wobbling from the overwhelming sensations. Antonio’s arm locks around me, steadying as he drives into me one last time.

I feel his cock twitch inside me an instant before his lips are at my ear, moaning my name as he comes. We ride the wave of ecstasy together, both still grinding against each other, squeezing out every last ounce of pleasure as the Italian countryside blurs by.

CHAPTER 49

ALMOST HOME

Antonio

The Roman countryside zips by, the gentle rocking of the train lulling my churning thoughts. Running my fingers through Serena’s hair as she lays across my lap, I glance down at the woman Ilove. I didn’t think I was capable of the emotion, and yet, now that I’ve given up fighting it, the truth of it swirls deep within the marrow of my bones. She’s still naked, we both are, and my cum slickens her thighs. It’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen.

Her eyes are closed, breaths soft.

She’s mytesoro, my real-life treasure. I will never let her go now.Whether she likes it or not. That monster that lives in the dark recesses of my mind growls that last bit. Ignoring the truth of his words, I draw in an incredibly sated breath. I can’t remember the last time I came so many times. And the craziest part is that I could do it again. Just the thought of Serena has desire igniting in my core and my cock twitching.

I never knew sex and love could be so intrinsically intertwined.

For the first time in years, I actually sympathize with Raffa. I finally understand what he did and why. Because only a few weeks with Serena and I can honestly say without a shred of doubt that I would destroy anyone who came near mytesoro. I’d raze the entire country if that’s what it took to keep her safe.

And I will… as soon as she is tucked away in my safehouse in Roma.

But that would mean leaving her alone and the thought of that is suddenly unacceptable.

It wakes a fiery rage in my gut and has heat pummeling my veins. My instinct to protect her seems innately tied to my desire to fuck her. It’s as if when my cock is nestled deep inside that warm pussy, I know that no harm will come to her.

The train begins to slow, and a pit of dread unfurls in my stomach. Our blissful reprieve has come to an end.

Serena must also sense the deceleration because her lids open, and she stretches across my lap, the haze of deep satiation across those mesmerizing sapphire orbs breathtaking. “Are we there yet?” She smirks.

“We’ll be arriving in Roma in minutes. We should probably get dressed.”

Her lips purse, and it brings me an inordinate amount of pleasure. “Ugh, do we have to?” She’s just as obsessed as I am. Only she completely ignored my confession of love.

It should irritate me more…

It does, but then again, our relationship hasn’t exactly been conventional. But I remember someone telling me the best love stories never are.

Dio, what has this woman done to me? I’m daydreaming about love…

“Yes, we have to.” Leaning over her head, I reach for her discarded clothes and offer the bra and panties first.

With a growl of frustration, she sits up so that I’m finally free to move around the compartment. Maybe she’s as nervous for what’s to come as I am. Crouching down to pick up my pants off the floor, I dig through the pocket for the cell phone gifted to Serena by Santi. In the ultimate show of trust, she’d given it to me to hold. It’s a fair trade since she still has my gun.

I glance at the screen, my fingers frozen above it. I’ve known Pietro my entire life and still, my faith in him falters. After everything that’s gone wrong since stealing Serena away, I can’t help but question everyone’s loyalty.

“Just make the call,” Serena whispers as she tugs her top over her head. “At least we’ll know where we stand one way or another.”

I nod. We discussed this part of the plan briefly before reaching the train, before we could keep our hands off one another. My fingers fly across the keyboard using the emergency code we’d developed years ago. If Pietro is alive and still loyal to me, he would meet us at the safehouse.

The train grinds into the station, the brakes squealing in protest, and Serena stumbles into me. Curling my arm around her waist, I hold her close, my heels digging into the floor to keep us steady. I press a kiss to the top of her head, then brush another one on her temple. A breathy sigh escapes her lips, and that familiar fire starts to rage.

Tamping down on the sensations, I give her one last chaste kiss to the cheek as the train finally halts. “I love you,tesoro,” I whisper against her ear. The confession is so quiet, I’m not certain she’ll hear it. But the way her body stiffens against me confirms that she does.

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