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My mouth opens and closes but I am too emotional to form words.

He takes my hand in his and places my palm on his chest. “I made it last night after I slipped out of your bed… I am wearing you in and on my body, Calla.”

Taking the Sharpie from his other hand, I write husband next to my name, smiling and crying at the same time in sheer delight—this moment feels so precious.

He lets me have my emotional breakdown by hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

Only when my cries subside does he descend on me, pushing me onto the bed.

He eats me out like he’s been starving for months before he found his personal source of sustenance.

His fingers and mouth separated are wicked, but in combination they’re a pleasure machine. He plays with my clit, nips and nibbles on my lips before fucking me with his tongue. The pleasure is so potent and exquisite; I stand no chance, coming on a shaky breath. But he’s not done with me. I thought becoming his wife would tame the beast, but his fervor only proves the opposite. It only made him more frantic to possess me.

He kisses every inch of my body before he stops at my breasts. The desire only increases with him lapping and biting the eager-for-his-ministrations nipples. I hold on to his powerful arms, moaning and writhing. So good. Too much and not at all, turning me into a wanton, greedy mess.

Eyes locked, he guides his cock to my entrance. Even after all the times he’s been inside me, I struggle to take all of him. Considering the groan he lets out, he loves that just like I do.

He thrusts inside of me, bottoming out in one go, leaving me breathless and aching for everything he can give me. The sex is always so intense, so maddeningly spectacular.

He makes love to his wife like he worships the ground I walk on before he fucks me like a slut. I don’t care; I love it regardless––the intensity, the passion, the heart and body connection feel incredible.

He takes my mouth in a long kiss.

“Fuck, I will never get enough of you.”

My nails scratch along his back, never tiring of marking and exploring his work of art body.

“You better because I’d kill you.” And I am serious. He’s mine—solely mine. Calla and Enzo for life or neither will have a life.

I am not joking, and I swear he gets harder inside of me. “I’ll never tire of you. Never. Erase that fucking thought.” His tone lowers into an unapologetic command that makes me all hot and eager to obey him.

Then he fucks my mouth and ass.

“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, lying on the bed, boneless, spent and satiated, floating on clouds of endorphins.

“For you,” he rasps, filling me up.

That’s how we spend the honeymoon, sunbathing mostly from under a giant umbrella.

He takes care of his tattoo, even though he has a protective sun-blocking patch on, but he doesn’t want to risk it. I find it endearing and that’s why I never leave his side, not caring about getting tanned at all.

We swim in the ocean and fuck whenever we please until the yacht docks by an island where we disembark. The crew remains behind, and other staff members pick up our stuff, carrying it along the wooden pathway toward a white villa with a glass front.

With the turquoise water, the waves roll over the shore in a calming sound. A soft breeze plays in my hair as the sun kisses my cheeks. Surrounded by white sand, lush palms, and exotic greenery, the landscape looks like we’ve landed in paradise.

“It’s yours. My gift to you, my wife, and the woman who has given me everything I desired most. I’ll never take you for granted. You’re my everything, mio angelo. Thank you for standing with me. Thank you for sharing your life with me. Thank you for choosing me, amore mio.”

Speechless, I jump in his arms as he twirls me around. “I love you so much. And apparently you can keep up with me being high maintenance.”

“I love you. I’ll spend more on you than you could ever imagine,” he says smugly.

I believe him. Wholeheartedly.

But I already have it all—his love and a life.

Everything else will be just a welcome bonus.

Everything was fine, and now I look at my wife’s lifeless body. Clutching my baby boy, I try to soothe him while knowing there’s no alleviating the crater in my chest.