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My heart feels like it might explode from how quickly it’s beating, my breaths becoming more shallow.

Able to read my body perfectly, Sly drags his lips down the column of my neck, allowing the back of his fingers to follow.

Gently, he bites the curve of my neck to my shoulder and causes my heart to stop when he whispers, “Lift your wedding gown, piccola ladra.”

Chapter 17

Sly

Vincenza’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, her cheeks flushing.

Dragging my hands down her body, I crumple the fabric of her gown in my palm and start bunching it higher. Her hands meet mine and she continues to pull up more of the dress, exposing her legs inch by tortuous inch.

Slowly, I kneel behind her. “You are absolutely exquisite, piccola ladra. Every part of you was made for me.” Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss against the back of her thigh. Her knees buckle slightly in response, and she lets out a soft moan.

“This isn’t fair,” she whines breathily. “I know what you’re doing.”

My teeth nip at the delicate skin of her inner thigh. “What is that, exactly?

“Swaying me with your touch.” She gasps when my fingers brush against the lace of her panties.

“Mmm,” I hum. “And is it working?”

Hooking my finger in the fabric, I pull it to the side, dragging my fingers through her wetness. She’s soaked for me, and I can’t wait to draw pleasure from her body as many times as I can before she leaves this hotel room.

“I’m set in my decision, Sly,” she says, tipping her head back. Her eyes are closed, hips rocking slightly. Her body is begging for my touch, and as tempting as it is to continue taunting her, I am working on a timeframe.

Ignoring her answer, I pull her panties down and let them slide from her legs. She pushes up on her tiptoes as she steps out of them, kicking them aside.

Sidestepping on my knees, I grip her thighs and guide her to turn with me. “Bend over, piccola ladra.”

Spreading her wide, I am gifted with the magnificent view of her most intimate places, and immediately I bring my mouth to her. Her arousal coats my tongue as I swipe it through her folds, savoring the taste.

“I have missed you, Vinnie. Every day that passes and you are not in my arms is like dying a thousand deaths.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she admits. “So much, but Sly, I can’t…”

I cease her words when my thumb connects with her clit, swirling the nerve with the exact pressure I know makes her lose all sense of control. Her knees buckle again as my finger works in conjunction with my tongue while it slides inside of her.

”Oh my God,” she moans, arching her back as she presses further into me, leaning her forearms and elbows on the couch. In her hands, she continues to grasp as much fabric of her gown as she can hold.

“Piccola ladra, I have spoken to God about the pleasure I am about to give you and he has willingly turned an eye for this moment. Address me, not Him.”

But I don’t give her the chance to. Instead, I increase the rhythm of my tongue and finger, and bring her to orgasm quickly.

Crying out, she slams her open palm against the couch cushion. “Sly. Sly, Sly, Sly, Sly, Sly,” she chants.

My cock strains against the fabric of my pants and I reach down, grasping it in hopes of waning some of the pressure.

“I do not wish to ruin your hair, Vincenza. So sit on the couch and spread your legs for me.”

I’m nowhere near done with her yet.

She obeys and lowers herself onto the couch, pulling her gown up past her hips. The image of stroking my cock and coming all over her beautiful wedding gown flashes through my mind as she scoots herself to the very edge of the cushions.

Staying on my knees, I place my hands on her thighs and press her legs open as far as they’ll go, not giving her any time to recover from her orgasm before I suction my lips around her clit and begin my ministrations yet again.

I’m hopeless when around her, wanting to succumb to her every want and need.

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