Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
The door opens, and I hear Carlo say, “I brought you some clothes from the house in Manhattan.”
“Thanks,” Damiano murmurs. “Have Emilio come to the clinic so you can get some rest.”
I glance over my shoulder and see Carlo shake his head. “I’m not leaving. I’ll be right outside the room.”
“Carlo,” I say as he starts to turn around. When he looks at me, I continue, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
He nods before pulling the door shut behind him as he leaves.
“Want to move to the bed so you can sleep while I shower?” Damiano asks.
I nod and climb off his lap. He picks up the bag Carlo brought, and when I follow him to the bathroom, he gives me a questioning look.
“I just want to brush my teeth.”
Damiano sets the bag down on the closed toilet lid and digs out a toothbrush and toothpaste for me.
I take it from him, and while I clean my teeth, he switches on the faucets in the shower.
I watch as he strips out of his clothes before I rinse my mouth. Checking the bag, I’m surprised to see Carlo packed a satin robe for me. I quickly take off the hospital gown before putting on my robe. I don’t find any underwear but refuse to put on the weird-looking granny panties of the hospital.
Feeling a little better with my own robe on, my eyes scour Damiano’s body, and when I’m sure he hasn’t been hurt in any way, I walk back to the bed and sit down on the side of the mattress.
I listen to Damiano moving in the bathroom while I stare at the red abrasions around my wrists.
I’m so lucky Damiano got to me in time.
I’ve survived so much in my life, and it’s the reason I don’t take anything for granted.
But this is the closest I’ve come to dying.
They could’ve done so much worse to me.
I send up a thankful prayer that I wasn’t raped.
Once Damiano’s finished in the bathroom, he comes back into the room, his eyes instantly locking on me.
“You’re not going to sleep?”
“I can’t lie on my back or right side,” I say. “Can I sleep on your lap?”
“Of course, amore mia.”
I wait for him to sit down on the armchair before I climb on top of him again. Straddling him, I pull my arms up between us and rest my cheek against his chest.
I lie still for a little while before lifting my head and asking, “Can you remove your shirt?”
Damiano tugs the fabric over his head, and when I open my robe, he mutters, “You’re in no condition to have sex.”
“I just want to be as close to you as possible.” I lean against him again, and when the heat from his skin soaks into my chest, I let out a sigh.
Much better.
I press a kiss to his chest and take a deep breath of his clean, woodsy scent.
I feel Damiano’s cock harden beneath me, then his hands settle on my hips, and he lets out a sigh.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I can feel the heat of your pussy through the sweatpants,” he grumbles.
I move a little back, and reaching down, I push down the fabric of his pants to free his cock.
“What are you doing?” The words rumble from him.
I position him at my entrance and slowly sink down on his cock. When he’s buried to the hilt inside me, I say, “I just want to feel you everywhere.”
“You’re warming my cock, mia regina?”
“Hmm…” I relax against his chest. “Warming my pussy. It was so cold without you.”
Damiano places a hand behind my head and presses a kiss to my hair.
He doesn’t try to fuck me, but instead, lets out a satisfied groan as he relaxes beneath me. “I can get used to sleeping like this.”
The corner of my mouth lifts slightly. “Me too.”
The heat from Damiano’s body chases the chill from mine, and closing my eyes, I manage to drift off to sleep.
Chapter 41
Damiano
I got little to no sleep with my cock buried deep inside Gabriella. Not fucking her is impossibly hard, but she needs the rest, so I power through.
I deserve a fucking gold medal for the sweet torture I’m forced to endure.
Then she fucking stirs against my chest, and her pebbled nipples brush over my skin.
Christ.
When her inner muscles clamp around my cock, I let out a harsh breath, sweat beading at the back of my neck.
Before I can ask if she’s awake, Gabriella slowly starts to swivel her hips.
I let out a groan, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “You’re killing me.”
“Hmm…”
She rubs her clit against me, the movements quickly pushing me toward an orgasm.
“Amore mia,” I grunt. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the plan,” she moans before starting to press kisses to my pecs. “You feel so good.” Her teeth tug at my nipple. “You taste even better.”