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It’s the most beautiful thing - to finally give in to the truth of how I feel.

I lift her in my arms, wrapping her legs around me as I carry her to bed.

Laying on the blankets I slowly pull her clothes off, pieces by pieces, taking my time to brush my hands against her skin and let my gaze wonder over her perfection.

Naked, I crawl over her, gently pushing her legs wider with my hips.

I trace my fingers around the curve of her breast, gently touching her nipple, watching her shiver in delight.

“You are beautiful, Zina. More beautiful than my eyes have ever seen.”

She reaches up to touch my lips. I rock my hips forward, rubbing my cock against her warmth, letting it push against her pussy. Her eyes are locked with mine.

“Do you mean it? Do you love me?” She whispers.

“I love you.” I say it again, pushing into her, my cock sliding inside her, stretching her slowly open. Her pupils dilate and her gasps softly.

My cock slides deep into her, making me growl with pleasure.

She wraps her hands around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth over hers and as we fuck, slowly, in tantric waves of desire, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. The kiss lasts forever, our bodies joined together, the depth of my emotions flooding from me as I wrap my arms around her and hold her, determined to keep her safe from the everything and anything.

She is mine.

She has always been mine, I just didn’t accept it.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper against her lips.

“I love you, Giovanni.” She says her body shuddering as I push deeper into her.

My movements become more urgent, faster, and she spreads her legs wider, wrapping them around me.

I lift myself up on, pressing my hands into the bed on either side of her head as I watch her, each thrust eliciting the sweetest moan from her lips.

Her brows knot and she tilts her head backwards. Her lips part and she cries out.

My cock slams into her, faster and faster until she digs her nails into my back and arches up against me.

I explode into her at the same time as her orgasm pulses over my cock.

And both of us are left gasping, shocked by how intense the connection is.

She snuggles against me with her cheek resting on my chest and my arm wrapped around her.

I’m going to make it up to her.

There wasn’t ever anything holding me back - except my own stubborn fear. I was afraid of the love I have for her. But that fear is gone now.

And I’m free to possess her in the most beautiful ways.

TWENTY

zina

It’s not a subtle change. The difference in him is like day and night.

Giovanni has been smothering me with attention, both in private and in front of his sons. He isn’t holding anything back and I could not be happier than I am right now. He doesn’t hesitate to pull me near or to kiss me. He is affectionate and warm. The moment I sit down close to him he pulls me closer. He holds me. He kisses me.

He is treating my like I am his queen. Like I deserve to be standing at his side and like he wouldn’t want anyone else here with him.

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