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I cried out in ecstasy –

And we began to fuck like animals in heat.

He thrust hard inside me –

And I drove my hips up to meet him.

Within less than a minute, I came again.

I clawed my nails on his back as I screamed.

He kept thrusting –

I kept coming, harder and harder –

And then suddenly he roared as he burst inside me.

His spasms turned me on even more –

And his cum made his shaft even more slippery as he slammed inside me.

Finally he slowed down, panting, as my own cries subsided into gentle moans.

He kissed me softly…

Still rocking inside me, just not as insistently…

And we continued to kiss.

Crazed fucking became something slower and more intimate.

His cock never went soft. He just kept moving inside me for what felt like hours of bliss, making me come over and over again.

The entire time, I was thinking, This man would KILL for me.

This man would DIE for me.

And from that moment forward, I never doubted him again.

…until I had no choice.

69

We were on something like our twentieth night at the hotel. Our twentieth date, you could say. Some nights included dinner, or an outing to a club, or just a walk beside the bay. Tonight, though, we were just having room service at the hotel.

That’s when he asked, for the umpteenth time, “Have you thought any more about it?”

“About what?” I asked, though I knew exactly what.

“About you moving in with me.”

The last couple of weeks, Romeo had brought it up every time I saw him.

I wanted to… but I knew that as soon as I left home, Papa would track me down, I’d get dragged back to the castle, and Romeo would probably get killed –

So there was only one solution.

“If we did it,” I said, “we’d have to leave Naples.”