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I didn’t think this was what being engaged would be like. There should be some security in a lifelong commitment to each other, but with Elio, I will be constantly battling my insecurities. As his wife, I will have no more from him than his whores do.

He lowers his head to softly kiss the hairless skin just above my pussy and I close my eyes.I’m here now. May as well enjoy it.

He kisses down my inner thighs teasing me before he hitches both of my legs closer over his muscular shoulders so they’re snug against his neck and hungrily dives into my wetness. My back arches and I cry out at the sudden contact with my most sensitive flesh.

Pausing, he smiles against me and murmurs, “You taste so fucking good.”

I reached down and claw at his head. My nails drag across his scalp and he loves it just as much as he did earlier. He groans and the vibrations send shivers up my spine.

My hips buck up to meet him as he fucks me with his tongue. “Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.” I moan.

“No God here, babe. Only me and you,” he mumbles, mirroring my earlier joke.

Focusing his mouth on my clit, Elio slides a finger inside me and this time I cry out his name. He fucks me steadily, curling his finger to hit the right spot and sucking on my sensitive little bud.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp and a few seconds later my body is shuddering and pulsing as the orgasm surges through me.

My body relaxes and I feel soft and boneless. “Elio. Fuck.” My voice comes out in a rasp. He chuckles.

He kisses my now extra-sensitive clit making me jump and then crawls up my body. Kneeling between my legs he peels off his underwear, rolls a condom onto his raging erection, and puts my legs over his shoulders again. His hands slide under my bum lifting me off the bed and holding me at the angle he wants.

“You look beautiful when you come, Francesca,” his eyes are dark, and his voice low.

“Fuck me,” I reply with an involuntary eye roll.

Immediately he thrusts into me right to the hilt and I scream in shock and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes,” he groans as he slides in and out, picking up speed. He wraps a forearm around the back of my hips so he can hold me, freeing up his other hand to rub my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long before the warm waves start in my lower belly again and I’m clenching him inside me as I come again.

Without warning, he flips me over and presses my face into the bed with a hand between my shoulder blades. His other arm yanks my arse into the air and he slides into me from behind. Both hands are in the dip of my hips now and he is pounding me hard, our bodies slapping together.

“Yes, I love it like this,” I slur into the duvet. There is something about being dominated from behind that drives me fucking wild. “Don’t be gentle, please” I beg.

“You like it rough, princess?” he fucks me harder and grabs my hair in one hand pulling my head back towards him.

I can’t answer. My mind has separated from my body and I’m capable only of incoherent moans.

Elio stills and then thrusts in and out slowly and deliberately three times, groaning as he comes hard. He collapses on top of me and we lie in a heap, breathing heavy and sweaty.

After a few minutes, he gets up to deal with the condom, smacking my arse lightly on the way. I half expect that he’ll kick me out when he returns from the bathroom. He made it clear this was just a fuck whether I’m engaged to him or not.

Instead, he turns off the lights and jumps into bed, tugging me under the navy blue blankets with him. We don’t speak and I soon drift off to sleep with him pressed against my back.

He wakes me at some point in the night to have sex again. We’re both sleepy, but it is still urgent and hard. When I wake in the morning, however, he is nowhere to be found.

Chapter Fourteen

Francesca

My intention to avoid Elio for a while is thwarted when I receive a text from him mid-morning.

Elio: Need you to come with me and G to dinner with Police Commissioner today.

Me: Why?

Elio: his wife is coming

Me: I’m not your wife yet

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