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The honesty.

My grip on her hips tightens when she starts to buck against my face, and I can feel her juices collecting on my chin as she rubs herself against me.

I tug her forward and bury my tongue deep inside her, lapping her up like a man who’s been dying of thirst and finally found water.

“Don’t stop.”

“I have no plans of stopping,” I say, moving back to her clit.

When she comes for a second time, we’re both breathless, and I’m more than ready to finally fuck my wife and make her mine once and for all.

“Ti amo da impazzire, Romeo. (I love you to the point of madness).”

Right back at ya, sweetheart.

Chapter 35

Lucia

He’s not even inside me yet, and I’m already addicted to everything my husband has to offer. I thought I suffered a loss when Big-O was assassinated, but I realise now she was just an illusion.

She was designed to mimic oral sex, my arse. Big-O was a counterfeit of the real thing. Fake … a big fat phony. That bitch at the sex store lied through her teeth when she told me that.

Sure, the silicon rose got me off … many times, but now that I’ve had the real thing—now that I’ve had Romeo’s mouth between my legs—I can say with all certainty Big-O made me feel a fraction of what this man beneath me just did.

I shimmy down his body, eager to get to the next phase. For him to bust through that pesky hymen and past the point of no return.

To carve our marriage into something permanent.

To strip away the girl who was chasing something she didn’t understand, and in her place, let the woman rise … the one who hungers for everything he can give her.

Hiswoman.

“Can I ride you?” I ask as my inner thighs come to rest on the top of his legs.

A smirk forms on his mouth as he moves his hands around to cup the back of his head.

“Be my guest. Do you even know how?”

I roll my eyes. “I bounce on your dick; it can’t be that hard.”

“Oh, it’s hard, sweetheart,” he says, bringing one of his hands down and wrapping it around his thick shaft.

I watch in fascination as he strokes himself a few times.

My eyes dart up to meet his. “That’s so hot. I want to watch you do that one day, and when you’re done, you can come all over my face.”

A sharp laugh bursts out of him so suddenly, he chokes on his own breath. “Why is it that nothing you say surprises me anymore?”

I lift one shoulder. “I’m just speaking my truth. I read a scene like that in a book once, and it sounded like something I’d like to try.”

“How dirty do these books get?”

“Filthy,” I reply, beaming. “I could read a few scenes to you when you’re fully healed, and we can act them out.”

When I wiggle my eyebrows at him, he laughs, then grabs his side and grimaces in pain.

I lean down, placing a soft kiss on the gauze that covers his stitches.