He turns me toward him. “I am not talking about Carlo anymore. It is over, he is on the run…and in a matter of days his time will be up. It is he who is running scared now. He knows what’s coming for him. His grand plan failed.” He walks into the bathroom and turns the shower on and then lifts my shirt over my head. “Shower and bed, you look exhausted.” He undoes my jeans and slides them down, he sees a dark bruise on my thigh and he frowns, he traces it with his finger. “What happened here?”
I stare down at the dark black bruise. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “It must have been when I fell and hit my head and blacked out.”
“How long were you unconscious?” His eyes roam up and down my body as he searches for more injuries.
“I don’t know. When I woke up I was in the cabin.”
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Was there any sign you were…tampered with?”
“You mean…sexually? No. God no, it was nothing like that. I would know if something had happened, definitely not.”
He exhales as if relieved. “Good.”
My God, does he really think that could have happened?
He undoes my bra and slides down my panties. “In the shower, babe.”
“You getting in with me?”
He frowns as if conflicted. “I’ll just wash you from out here.”
“Why won’t you get in with me?”
“I’m just—” he pauses, “—feeling overemotional and….” He cuts himself off. “You are not up to it and if I get in it will start and I just want you to rest.”
He thinks I’m not up to sex.
I smile at my beautiful man and push him backward into the shower clothes and all. “Get in the fucking shower.” I lean up onto my toes and kiss him, my tongue slides through his open lips. “I need you.”
He frowns against my lips. “Chesk….”
I run my hand over his crotch and feel him harden under my touch. “I’m fine.”
Our kiss deepens and suddenly I’m desperate to have him, I tear his shirt over his shoulders and pull his pants down, his thick hard cock springs free.
“Scopami.” (Translation: Fuck me.)
His dark eyes hold mine and he slowly slides his hand down my body and in between my legs. “Vuoi questo uccello?” (Translation: You want this cock?) “Si.” (translation: Yes.)
He slides his fingers through my flesh, I’m dripping wet.
I need this more than anything, I want to feel normal. Us having rough sex is exactly what I need to bring me back down to earth…and he knows it.
He needs it too.
With our eyes locked he parts my lips and rubs over my clitoris softly; I shudder in approval and he smirks. “Si, cosi, Tesoro. Brva regazza.” (Translation: That’s it, baby. Good girl.) He slides three thick fingers deep into my body.
“Oh…” I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back to watch me, his fingers slowly fucking me hard. “Sei cosi bagnata, cazzo.” (Translation: You are so fucking creamy.) He jerks his hand hard and I grip his forearm as I ride his thick fingers, I can feel the muscles contract in his arm as he uses them with force.
Suddenly we’re desperate for it, our kisses are hard and passionate. His fingers fucking me at piston pace, deep and hard.
Just how I need it.
He lifts my leg and rests my knee up against his chest, completely opening me up for him.
His fingers hit that spot deep inside that only he has ever found. “Oh…” I moan, my eyes roll back in my head.
Fuck he’s so good at this.
“Mi prosciugherai fino all’ ultima goccia, piccola?” (Translation: You going to milk my cock, baby?) His teeth take my neck, and he bites down, goose bumps scatter all over and I know that he’s close to the edge of control.
So am I.
Damn it, I love him when he’s overemotional.
“Si.” I smile against his lips. “Ne ho un bisogno disperato, cazzo. Aiutami a dimenticare.” (Translation: I need it so fucking hard. Make me forget.) Without another word he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist, his thick cock slides in deep and we both stare at each other in awe.
“Siamo perfetti insieme,” (Translation: The perfect fit.) I whisper.
“Il nostro amore e perfetto,” (Translation: The perfect love.) he whispers back.
“Ti amo.” (Translation: I love you.)
“Per sempre.” (Translation: Forever.)
One month later.
The limousine pulls up out the front of the Milan Cathedral.
“This is it.” Lorenzo smiles over at me and I grip his hand with excitement.
It’s my wedding day.
Today I become his wife…in a church.
Anna and Olivia, my bridesmaids, are ushered out of their car in front and walk back to help me out of mine.
My dress is white, a tight bodice with a full skirt. My long dark hair is swept up underneath my full-length veil.
I wanted the fairy tale…and I got it.
Dress and all.
Lorenzo holds his arm out and I link mine through it, with my nerves thumping hard in my chest, we take the steps and wait in the reception area of the church.
The traditional bridal song begins and Anna kisses my cheek with a big smile. “Ready to get married?”
I giggle. “Uh-huh.”
She walks through the double doors and now it’s Olivia’s turn. She turns to me. “You look so beautiful, Chesk.”
“Thanks.”
She kisses my cheek and disappears too.
The double doors open, and I look up the aisle to see Giuliano standing at the end waiting for me.
He’s wearing a black dinner suit and a white vest and cravat. His dark hair is just messed perfection.
He’s breathtakingly handsome, Valentino and Alex, his groomsmen are by his side.
He turns toward me and our eyes meet, he gives me a slow sexy smile.
My world stops.
His eyes well with tears and with my love about to explode in my chest I want to run down the aisle to him as fast as I can.
This is it, the moment in time where we become one.
We walk down to the beat and with every step closer to him, I feel braver.
More myself.
Lorenzo kisses my cheek and turns and shakes Giuliano’s hand and then places my hands in his.
“Thank you,” Giuliano whispers.
Lorenzo breaks tradition and leans in and kisses him on each cheek too, the crowd give a little chuckle.
Giuliano turns and smiles over at me, the look in his eye could start a fire.
I know that look…I live for that look.
“We are gathered here today.” The priest begins his sermon.
Giuliano’s eyes darken.
I can hardly hear the words, they all sound jumbled. I’m too enamored with the beautiful man in front of me. Wearing his black suit and looking like he’s about to bend me over the church pew in front of everyone.
“Repeat after me,” the priest says.
Giuliano slides the gold band onto my finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”
I slide the gold band onto Giuliano’s finger.
“Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” His eyes hold mine and he raises an eyebrow playfully.
I giggle.
“Do you take this man, to have and to hold, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
A million memories from over the last ten years flash before my eyes. But most of all, the beautiful love between us.
I’d climb any mountain, fight any battle, do it all over again in an instant.
To get to this precise moment in time.
“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss your bride.”
Giuliano takes my face in his two hands and kisses me tenderly, his eyes close and he’s completely lost in the moment as if we have all the time in the world.
And now we do.
THE END