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He slips one finger inside me while sucking my clit and rubbing his face all over my sex. I’m one inch away from a mouthwatering orgasm when he pushes himself up and buries himself entirely inside me. My eyes roll back with pleasure.
Valentino wraps a hand around my neck as he begins to fuck me fast and hard, the bed quakes with the force of his thrusts.
“Valentino,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m going to come.”
“Come then,” he urges as he captures my nipple into his mouth and slams into me. My body tautens as a massive wave of such pleasure rolls through me that I feel as if I have reached upand touched the bright stars in the night sky. Valentino pulls out of me and falls on the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“You didn’t come,” I say shyly.
“Hmm.” He kisses the curve of my shoulder. “Rest a bit, we have all night.”
I laugh and turn in his arms to look at his handsome face. I cannot believe I’m lying in his arms like this, and all I feel is softness. None of that hate or anger.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“How fucking hard it is for me to stay away from your body.”
“I’m here. Why this thought? Are you going somewhere?”
He smiles and smooths my hair back from my face. “There are still a few things I must do while I’m here so I’ll be gone all day tomorrow.”
“Oh!”
His eyes soften. “Are you going to miss me?”
“No.”
He tweaks my nipple. “What did I say about lying?”
I laugh and slap his hand away. “I’ll miss your cock terribly,” I whisper, reaching for his throbbing erection.
He sucks in a breath. “Francesca…”
“Shut up, Don Barone.” I slide down the bed and take his throbbing cock in my mouth.
Chapter Eighteen
VALENTINO
Francesca moans in her sleep and turns in my arms. Then she flings one dainty hand over my face. Gently, I pull her hand away and tuck it neatly into her side.
I gaze into her unaware face.
Every time I look at her, I’m blown away by her beauty, and even more so now that she’s sleeping willingly in my arms. These past few days have been nothing short of a wonder. I hoped Francesca would give in to her attraction to me eventually, but I never imagined it would be quickly or so completely.
Still, she held out long enough.
I don’t know how much longer I could have taken the provocation of being in the same vicinity of her and not touch her.
She sighs peacefully next to me, and something inside me melts. She must be dreaming. I wonder what she could be dreaming about. It better involve me and no one else. Her mouth moves and to my horror, I think I hear her call out the name of the freckled maggot. My blood boils just thinking about another man being in her dream. From the first moment I saw Francesca, I knew she was mine. As the years passed theconviction only became stronger. No matter how many women I lay with she remained the shining prize.
One day.
One day.