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forehead, desperate for her to know the truth of my heart. “I love you, Bella.”

She gasps. “What?”

“I love you.” I hold her warm brown gaze with mine. “From the moment I saw you, hell, before that. When you tried to cut me in half through the door. You’re it for me. I will never love another, never touch another, never want—”

She kisses me hard. I answer, mauling her mouth with the possessiveness I feel for her. She has to sense it, to know what I’m saying is the truth. No one has ever meant more to me than the woman in front of me. I just wish she’d believe it.

“I have to go apologize.” She pulls back.

“No.” I reach up her skirt and grab her panties, then yank them right off.

“Santino!” She clutches my shoulders as I free my cock and notch it against her entrance.

“If you won’t believe my mouth, maybe you’ll believe this.” With a hard thrust, I push all the way inside her.

Her moan lights me up from the inside, and I fuck her, giving her no quarter as I thrust and pull her hips to me. Deep and hard, I take her. The desk scoots across the floor, her fingernails dig into my skin, and when I take her mouth again, I tongue her with the same ferocity as I’m fucking her.

She answers, her tongue warring with mine, both of us finally becoming one, becoming the pair that was meant to be. Because I love her, and now she knows.

When I reach down and flick her clit, she comes on a cry. I swallow the sound and shove deep, my cock kicking as I release my seed inside her, coating her slick walls with me.

When we’re spent and trying to catch our breaths, I pull her close, holding her as she clings to me.

“You love me?” she pants.

“With everything I am.” I kiss her sweaty forehead.

She squeezes me tighter, and we stay that way for a long time. The two of us. My heart in her hands. Our futures twining together as one.

20

Bella

“Santino.” I grab on to the headboard and try to keep my balance.

He licks and sucks between my thighs, pushing me closer to orgasm. His fingers dig into my ass, and he starts to rock into me, mimicking sex.

“Santino!” I cry out his name when he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue slipping back and forth over it, sending me over into pure bliss. I ride the orgasm out on his face, my hips moving to his rhythm.

My body relaxes as Santino keeps on licking up every drop of me.

“Oh! I’m suffocating you!” I try to wiggle off his face, but he only laughs at me. The vibration is too much after just coming. I slither out of his hold and down his body.

“It would be a sweet way to go.” His hand tangles in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. “Did you enjoy that, beautiful?”

“You know I always enjoy when you do that to me.”

“But we’ve never done it that way before.” He smiles.

I’d been reading in bed while Santino was still sleeping. I’d gotten to a sex scene where a girl was sitting on a man's face, and I didn't think it was possible.

When Santino woke up and saw my cheeks flushed, he knew I was turned on. The man is quickly learning to read me. He made me tell him what I’d read. Then he showed me it was very much possible as he brought me to multiple orgasms.

“I think it should be my turn.” I kiss his chest. Over one scar and then another. My warrior.

“Yes, your warrior.”

I look up at him, not realizing I said it out loud. I really like the sound of that. He is mine. My warrior would do anything for me, because he loves me. I’m starting to believe everything Santino has been telling me.

He makes me believe it more and more. I’m not going to let the things my father planted in my head turn something wonderful into something ugly. I won’t let my insecurities win. Santino is the one good thing that’s happened to me, and no one will take that from me.

I keep trailing kisses down his body as I pull the sheet out of the way. His cock is hard already. The head is a little darker, and cum leaks from the tip, causing my mouth to water for a taste of him. Santino reaches up