Marcello looked as shocked as I. He sat in the chair beside Luca’s bed, deep in thought. A few minutes passed before he spoke again.
“Okay,” he agreed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Epilogue
Luca
Six months later…
We delayed our honeymoon by a few months, but it was perfect in every way. After I helped Marcello transition into his new role at Salvatore Global, we flew to Southern Italy, where we lived under the protection of the Sicilian Mafia. The Basiles were old family friends who were more than happy to grant my request. It was the best wedding gift we’d received, one that allowed us to travel without a worry in the world.
Naked and gorgeous, Alex laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. We hadn’t left our room in days. Things like eating and sleeping didn’t seem as important now that I had Alex all to myself, halfway around the world. For the first time in years, I felt like I could lower my guard and relax, enjoy our time abroad.
I lifted Alex’s right leg and hooked it around my back. My cock grazed her inner thigh, and my beautiful wife rocked her hips like an animal in heat. Threading my fingers through her hair, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She gripped the back of my neck, crushing my lips with a deep kiss that I wished would last forever. With each flick of our tongues, the kisses grew more intense and impatient, like this was our last night together.
After the shooting, we lived as if it were our last day on earth. We would never be safe. Someone would always want to hurt us. That was part of being a Salvatore, and Alex understood the danger.
I slid my hand up her stomach and over her breasts, rolling my thumb over her nipple. Alex squealed as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. As I kissed my way down her body, she whimpered when I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
We had little time alone over the past few months, and I wanted to savor every second. I took my sweet ass time worshiping her body. Alex bucked her hips when I bit her nipples. Her moans turned into screams, riding out an earth-shattering orgasm, my beautiful wife chasing her high.
I returned her smile, something I did more often now that I had her in my life for good. Alex gave me a sense of peace, even in times of war. She was the cure for my madness, the angel on my shoulder when I wanted to do nothing but sin. My pretty, broken girl pieced me back together. She gave me a dreamy look like she couldn’t believe I was hers when I was the one who still couldn’t believe she was mine.
With my mouth inches from hers, my breath warmed her skin. “You okay, Mrs. Salvatore?”
“Never better,” she whispered.
“How about Leo?” I slid my hand to her belly, thankful the baby was mine. “Is he kicking again?”
“Not right now.”
My son was growing inside her, the next leader of The Devil’s Knights, the heir apparent to the Salvatore and Wellington fortunes. Our son would be a king among men, the ruler of two of the largest empires in the world. Alex was ten weeks away from her delivery date, but this was the only chance we had to leave Devil’s Creek before Leo’s birth.
I caged her against the mattress, careful not to lean on her stomach as I held her hands above her head so I could taste her. Alex moaned when I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and tugged on it.
I rested my forehead against hers and pushed two fingers inside her. She was so damn wet and tight I hissed. “Fuck, baby girl. You kill me.”
Her eyes slammed shut as my fingers slid in and out of her. I moved slowly, not the animal I was before her pregnancy, and her entire body trembled. When I leaned forward, she buried her face against my neck and gripped my biceps. Alex cried out as I massaged her inner walls and rolled my thumb over her clit.
Her entire body tightened, then shook as she came on my fingers.
She reached between us and fisted my cock. “Fuck me, Luca. I need you inside me.”
I smirked. “Patience, my queen.”
“Don’t make me beg, Luca.”
“I love when you beg me to come.”
I complied with her request and moved between her spread thighs. I slipped my tongue between her wet folds, licking her straight down the center. In and out, my tongue moved deeper and deeper. Impatient and desperate for more of my tongue, she gripped my hair.
My girl massaged her nipples and watched me lick and suck every inch of her, stealing several moans from her pretty lips. Her eyes never left mine. She tightened her grip on my hair and screamed my name, her other hand falling to the mattress. I reached up and grabbed her breast. Her tits were big before her pregnancy, but now she was twice the size.