Page 82 of Lorenzo's Claim

“Does my wife want to come?” I managed through heaving breaths as sweat trickled down my forehead.

“Please… Please let me come,” she gasped as I sucked on her neck.

“Is that what you want?” I thrust inside her again as she let out a cry of pleasure, and I revelled in it.

“Yes.”

“Then come for me, wife. Come all over my cock,” I ordered, knowing that the second she came, I would, too.

With a cry that was a fierce blend of ecstasy and surrender, she erupted. Her body convulsed beneath me, every muscle tense and trembling, her core pulsing violently as I seized the orgasm she gave me.

“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, her voice unable to come out any louder.

An overwhelming surge of ecstasy tore through my body like a tidal wave. "Ana, fuck!" I cried out her name, my voice cutting through the symphony of her moans.

I pressed my face against her neck, consumed by the sensation as I released into her, my body convulsing violently with the intensity of my climax. It was an indescribable high, a euphoric peak that left me feeling invincible, and I was desperate to remain suspended in this blissful state forever.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stilling inside of her.

“Never better.” She pressed her lips against mine in confirmation.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Lorenzo.” She smiled. “It was perfect.”

For a moment, we laid tangled together, our bodies damp from sweat, our hearts pounding in unison as our breathing began to return to normal. I relaxed beside her, pulling her close as my fingers trailed across on her skin.

“You continue to surprise me, Ana.” I murmured as she turned her back to me, snuggling into my embrace as the breeze from the window kissed our naked skin.

“I could stay like this until morning.”

“Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I’m taking you out tonight.” I planned on making memories with her from the moment we stepped on that plane to come to Sicily. And I didn’t plan on stopping for the rest of our lives.

The evening air was warm,carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine as we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets. My gaze repeatedly drifted over to her, the glow of the street lamps illuminating her skin. She’d chosen a fitted, deep red floor-length dress that accentuated her body. Her lips were painted the exact same shade to match, and they curved up into a soft smile when she glanced up at me, making my heart practically stop.

I had never experienced anything quite like this before, nor had I anticipated such a feeling. There was no adrenaline-fuelled rush, no fiery excitement coursing through my veins—just a serene fullness, as though every part of me had finally come to rest. Her hand in mine wasn't a jolt of electricity; it was a steady anchor. She didn't need to utter a single word, her very presence felt like an unspoken promise I hadn't realised I was longing for.

If the men or my mother would have said I’d be here with Ana, falling head over heels, I’d have laughed because it seemed near impossible.But not anymore.

I hated the fact that it took that bastard Chad taking her for me to realise that she was actually important to me. She was theonly person I wanted to let in. The only person that saw me for me. The only person besides my mother that I’d give my life for.

Her blue eyes met mine, sparkling with a mixture of excitement and contentment, something I never thought I’d see, let alone be the reason for.

“Here we are.” I smiled as we stopped outside a small, family-owned restaurant. I chose this place on purpose because it was a spot I frequented as a child. Long before my life changed to what it was now.

“Oh, Enzo, it’s perfect,” she murmured, her nickname catching me off guard.

“Enzo?” I questioned, unable to hide my amusement.

“Yeah, just trying it out, don’t you like it?”

Like it? I loved it. No one other than a very select few called me Enzo, and even then, it was extremely rare.

“Keep trying it out and we’ll see.” I winked as I squeezed her hand tightly.

As I turned my attention to the restaurant’s entrance, I was welcomed by an elderly couple I hadn’t seen in a while. “Welcome!” The woman, who was actually my grandmother, smiled and held out her arms to me. “Lorenzo, my boy, it’s been too long.”

I embraced her as tears sprung to her eyes.

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