Luca’s hands tug me closer to him. My naked body pressed against his clothed one. His jaw clenches, his lips press into a thin line and he dips his chin, his mouth so close to mine that I can practically taste him.
“I will never give you a reason not to trust me. Honesty is what you will always have with me. If I fuck someone else, I’ll tell you.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words. I don’t want him to tell me, because I don’t want him to ever fuck someone else. I want him to want only me, forever.
Pressing my own lips together, I try to keep the tears from falling. A badass bitch doesn’t cry, but since I have tears escaping and streaming down my cheeks, maybe I’m not as badass as I thought I was.
One of Luca’s hands lifts, it cups my cheek and I feel his thumb swipe the tears from my face. He presses his forehead against my own and he inhales deeply.
“I want you forever, Chloe. All of you until the day that I die. I want our children to look like you. I want it all. Don’t fight this because you’re scared.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, I slowly exhale. He lifts his head from mine but continues to look down at me. “Forever?” I ask.
He grins, it’s cocky and beautiful all at the same time. His lips hover above mine, not touching but I can feel his exhaled breaths. My eyes flutter closed and my breath hitches when his fingers twist in the hair at the nape of my neck.
“For-fucking-ever, carina.” He growls his words just as his mouth slams against my own.
LUCA
She tastes like everything I’ve ever hoped for, along with vanilla and something that is just her. Sliding my tongue inside of her mouth, I take her as my hands reach for the coat, slowly stripping it off of her naked body.
I shouldn’t fuck her right now, she’s probably completely traumatized, but I can’t not be inside of her. I almost lost her. She was almost stolen from me, and I need to feel her body around my own. I need to feel her pussy clench as she screams my name with her release.
I just need her.
Chloe’s head falls back, exposing the column of her neck. I take advantage of the opportunity, my lips dragging down her deliciously bronzed skin, tasting every fucking inch of her. She moans when my tongue touches the hollow of her neck.
“I want you on that table,” I grunt, jerking my chin toward the coffee table in the middle of the room.
“It has a glass top,” she mutters.
Smirking, I lift my gaze to hers. “Afraid that gorgeous ass is going to leave a print on it?” I ask. She nods, narrowing her eyes slightly. “That’s what I’m counting on, carina. I want to etch that shit in the glass. Your ass is so fucking beautiful,” I groan as I reach down and grab handfuls of said ass.
Picking her up, I carry her over to the coffee table and slowly set her ass down on the edge. Chloe spreads her legs instantly, knowing exactly what I want from her. Sinking to my knees I wrap my fingers around the insides of her thighs and spread her even farther.
Her fingers slide through my hair and grip me tightly. She pulls my face toward her pussy. Lifting my eyes to hers, I grin as she watches me. My girl loves to control this part, and since I love her, I always let her.
Flattening my tongue, I slide it through her entire center, swirling around her clit. I lap at her, making sure to taste the ring of her beautiful ass with each swipe of my tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
I con-fucking-cur. Fuck is right.
Driving my tongue into her wet center, I fuck her with my mouth. She pulls me closer, shifting her hips as she finds the rhythm that works for her. I keep my gaze on hers, focused on her cues, watching as she takes her pleasure from me.
“God, Luca,” she sighs as she climbs closer toward her release.
Her body starts to move faster, climbing and searching for her climax. I flick my tongue against her clit harder, faster, my fingertips gripping her thighs tighter as she falls apart against my tongue. Her body jerks, her thighs tremble, and she lets out a sweet moan as she comes.
When Chloe’s fingers loosen in my hair, I continue to lap up the evidence of her release, groaning as her taste completely floods my tongue.
“Luca,” she breathes.
Slowly, I back away from her onto my haunches. I keep my hands right where they are against the insides of her thighs as I lick my lips.
“You’re my hero, you know?”
“It’s my fault you were even fucking there,” I say.
Chloe shakes her head, her beautiful curls flying around as she does. She lifts her hands to cup my cheeks and her lips turn up into a small smile.
“You’re my hero for that, but really, you’re just my hero. You’ve saved me from myself, from pushing you away and turning my back because I was scared.”
“Life is scary, carina. Our life will be terrifying.”
Chloe leans forward, her lips brushing mine. “I’ll be okay as long as I’m with my hero.” She grins against my lips.
“Always, Chloe. You’ll always be at my side.”
Epilogue
CHLOE
TWO MONTHS LATER
I stand in the little room off of the main church, the bride’s room. Smoothing my hand down my dress, I glance behind me and bite the corner of my lip as I take in the back of my dress. Well, what would be the back of my dress. I opted for something completely backless, it’s scandalous, but there is a light sheer fabric that makes it semi-church acceptable.
“Breathtaking,” a woman breathes.
Continuing to turn around, I see the woman. It’s Luca’s mother. Her eyes are watery as she watches me, her hand covering her mouth.
I thought that she would hate me, especially since I was the first woman ever that wasn’t Italian or at least white, that Luca had dated. She didn’t though. The day I met her, she took my hands in hers, smiled and welcomed me to the family.
Luca swore that I would have nothing to worry about, but I wasn’t sure, not until I saw it for myself with my own eyes. He was right. I have nothing to worry about when it comes to his family. They’ve shown me nothing but love and acceptance.
My family likes him as well, although my mother was not thrilled when I informed her that I would be converting to Catholicism. She’s downright pissed the hell off about it, but it was something Luca couldn’t compromise on, and I’m okay with that.
“Chloe?” Lenora asks, popping her head into the room.
Shifting my gaze from my new mother-in-law, I smile at my best friend. She’s showing more, the dress she picked for the ceremony showcasing her bump in the most beautiful of ways.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. “I am so ready,” I admit.
Luca’s mother smiles, then closes the distance between us. “I’m sure you have all of your borrowed, blue, old things handled, but I wanted to give this to you. It was my great-grandmother’s. She wore it on her pilgrimage from Italy to the United States. Every woman in the family, including her, has worn it on her wedding day and every other special occasion thereafter. It’s yours now. The only thing I ask is that you pass it down to your oldest daughter, or daughter-in-law if you only have sons.” She smiles.
I watch as she slips a gorgeous diamond bracelet on my wrist, clasping it and holding it there for a moment before she lifts her gaze to meet mine.
“It’s gorgeous, thank you,” I breathe. She only nods, turns around and walks away from me.
Lenora is standing just inside of the room, a watery smile on her face. “I love that you’re going to be a sister to me,” she mutters.
“Not really, Luca isn’t related to Arlo,” I point out.
She shakes her head. “Maybe not by blood, but they’re brothers. Trust me, we’re sisters.” She grins.
I nod, reaching my arms out and taking her in a hug. “We are sisters. I’m just really nervous,” I say as I hold her against my body.
She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me. “Go and marry that man,
he’s so obsessed with you, it’s kind of gross,” she giggles.
Inhaling a deep breath, our arms fall away from one another, she gives me a bright smile and I nod. Luca is obsessed with me, but what Lenora doesn’t know is that I’m equally, if not more, obsessed with him. I always have been.
He’s my hero.
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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
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