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Marcella placed her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer. “Papà went to you for help. I’m glad he didn’t go to your papà instead…”

“Alright, we’re getting out of here. Say goodbye to everyone.”

I stood and banded an arm around her waist, lifting her up as she giggled. I placed her on her feet, and she threaded her fingers with mine, peering up at me.

“I go where you go, amore mio.”

“I get a nickname now?” I teased. “Took you long enough.”

Marcella laughed as I tossed her onto our bed, landing in a heap of glittery tulle and satin. She pushed at her hair and dress, watching me as I crawled onto the edge of the bed.

“This is the only dress I won’t rip or cut off you, amorina.”

“Good! It’s custom.”

I guided her to sit and carefully unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipping it off. Before I undressed her further, I reached for the bottle of wine on my nightstand.

“What’s that?” Marcella sat up on her elbows, watching as I opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

“Since you’re so inclined to get red liquids on wedding dresses…” I passed her a glass, and she glared at me. “It’s our wine, amorina. 2005 Contrada.”

She took a sip. “The eight-thousand-dollar bottle of wine? You have more?”

I chuckled. “Hopefully enough for each of our major life events.”

“God, I love you,” Marcella sighed and sat up further, resting her glass of wine on her nightstand.

I did the same with mine and shrugged out of my tux jacket.

My wife kissed me, and we undressed together. Marcella guided my cock into her, groaning against my mouth, and I fucked her slowly, never wanting this moment to end.

“Mine, mine, mine,” she chanted, digging her fingers into my back.

“Yours, yours, yours,” I vowed.

Epilogue

MARCELLA

Matteo and I spent seven perfect weeks travelling Italy for our honeymoon. We started in Milan and worked our way down the country that held so much meaning for both of us.

We stopped in Verona and then Venice, met family in Florence, viewed the ruins of the coliseum in Rome, and boarded a ferry in Naples to end our honeymoon in Sicily.

I couldn’t have dreamed of a better honeymoon. As incredible as Italy was, I was far more in love with the man who joined me on the journey.

My husband lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, grinning softly at me. “I have a surprise for you.”

I chuckled. “Oh, you do?”

He nodded. “Trust me?”

“I do.”

“Those are two of my favorite words that you have ever said, amorina.” Matteo loosened his tie slowly. “Then you will let me cover your eyes and lead you to the surprise, sì?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

With a smile, Matteo stepped out of the rental car and rounded the hood, helping me out. He turned me away from him and placed his black tie over my eyes and secured it.

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