Page 96 of Sansone DeLuca

“Then I should try it.” I tilt her face up to mine and take her lips.

She opens, inviting me in, and I lick inside her mouth. The seasoned cheese, sweet woody honey, and her unique flavor explode on my tongue. Every time I think I’m satisfied, that I need air, I plunder her mouth for more. Fuck breathing if I can die with the taste of her on my tongue.

“How is it?” She wipes a bit of honey from my mouth.

“Intoxicating. The best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I lean in for a brief kiss, only interrupted when the wait staff enter the room with a discreet knock.

Every snack I feed Zakiya becomes a feast for my senses as the flavors enhance her flavor. We eventually move to the table with the grill for Kori to prepare grilled pork chops in a herby marinade and a melange of enoki, shiitake, matsutake, and oyster mushrooms. Kori’s presentation is an art form to be studied. I almost feel bad about eating, then the aroma hits.

“Best meal ever.” Zakiya praises the food as she stuffs her face.

I pause with my fork halfway to my mouth, totally captivated by her enjoyment. The meal goes on, and we move to my favorite area of the room. Surrounded by thick cushions, we take our time over dessert. After selecting another bottle of wine and prosecco for what’s coming, I let the staff off.

“Happy anniversary.” Zakiya cups my face and pulls me in for a tender kiss.

“It’s about to get happier.” I grin as I strip her, glad the days she used to wear unflattering clothes are gone.

I sit back and marvel at her, but she cuts my admiration short when she rips open my shirt. Buttons fly, pinging as they hit the ice bucket and other hard surfaces.

Zakiya pulls my shirt off then covers the bandage hiding my left pec. “Are you going to show me what you’re hiding?”

I smile, knowing she’s been burning with curiosity since the first time she saw the gauze and I reassured her it wasn’t from an injury. “I always intended to unveil it tonight. Why don’t you do the honors?” I place her hands over my breast.

Zakiya peels the bandage, revealing the recent addition to my DeLuca crest and Italian flag. She gasps and rests a shaky hand over my heart where two colorful portraits of her and Jinx will now live forever on my body.

“I told you before I would wear your mark on me with pride, but you stopped stabbing me so I had to find another way to show the world who I belong to.”

She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “I hope you realize I won’t agree to you walking around shirtless and showing off my property to these hoes on the streets. There’s no reason you should tempt their thirsty asses.”

I double over at her response.

“You laugh, but I see the way they watch your every move. They thirstier than a man lost in the desert with no water.”

“Yeah?” I take her hands and plant them beside her head. “As flattering as that would be, I only want you looking at me that way.”

Zakiya smirks and says, “That will be kind of hard considering you keep me well hydrated.” She raises her hips, rubbing her pussy against my erection. “And from the state you’re in, I’m due for another watering.”

I lean over her ear. “And where does my ragazzaccia want me?”

“Everywhere. Always and forever.”