Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Oh, that purr.
"My tastes are not as hardcore as yours."
It was almost enough to have Cat forget her embarrassment.
Almost.
"But have no fear, I can make it up with my...resourcefulness."
He gently guided her back, and Cat's heart pounded anew as she rested on her back.
"Don't look down."
Oh, the torture.
Of course there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to look down and—-
Aaaaaaah.
"You get it now."
The purr in his voice was more pronounced, and his Italian accent deliciously thicker, but as much as she loved hearing those two things in his voice, what she loved so, so much more at this moment was...
Aaaaaah.
Oh, the way he was rolling the billiard stick between her folds, and because of its length, the top part of the stick was also able to stimulate both of her nipples.
"I want to pleasure you."
With every word he uttered, he was rolling the stick faster and harder and oh, the things this was doing to her body, and the way it was making her feel!
"But not with any part of my body."
She began to writhe.
She couldn't help it.
Oh, the things he was making her imagine!
Because if this was how he could make her feel with just a simple stick, then what more, oh, what more—-
"It's only when I become your husband that I'll fuck you with my mouth."
Aaaaaaaah.
"My fingers—-"
Oh, please, please, please—-
"And my cock."
She shattered as soon as she heard that last word.
So, so, so, hot...
The way his gaze devoured her as she came was acutely embarrassing, but at the same time, she couldn't deny how having him watch her with such unabashed hunger also had orgasm rippling through her body with the kind of intensity that had her body nearly arching off the billiard table.
When her eyes fluttered open, he was still staring down at her, his dark gaze unreadable, but oh, that smile on his lips...
It was the most wickedly beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she just had to say it now.
"I..."
His smile widened.
"I know," Ezio said softly. "It's unbelievable, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"How the two of us can make sense even without love."
She was about to nod again when she realized what he had just said.
Without...love?
Six
THIS IS IT, Ezio thought.
He had walked out of the dining room with a respectable two feet separating him and Cattleya, and they had come back with his arm around her waist.
It was as good a confirmation as any, and as he walked his fidanzata back to her seat, it was at that moment Massimo's bride, Ysabel, flashed a mischievous smile as she asked, "Is everything okay? We heard Cat crying out."
This was enough to have Cattleya moan and cover her face in embarrassment, and laughter ensued even as the rest of his famiglia engulfed the two of them in a flurry of congratulatory hugs and well wishes.
This is it, Ezio thought again, but the unease that used to poison his heart every time he thought of his duty was nowhere to be found.
It was this part alone about being a Marchetti that he had secretly disliked, but something had changed.
Or rather, someone had changed it, and while he had no idea how his grandmother knew Cattleya was perfect for him—-
His gaze went straight to the older woman who occupied the seat at the head of the table.
Grazie, nonna.
He was glad that she had seen reason, and her choice of bride couldn't be any better.
Sarica insisted on trading seats with him afterward, and Ezio gladly acquiesced as this allowed him to better enjoy the sight of Cattleya's rose-tinted cheeks. It was his first time to see her blush, and as she turned to him in askance, the temptation to touch her was impossible to resist.
Her eyes widened as he cupped her cheek.
Soft, he thought.
The word was correct and accurate, but it didn't feel right.
"Ezio?"
It was his first time to hear her say his name.
And that was when it came to him.
The delicate texture of her skin.
The soothing note of her voice.
The restfulness of her whole being.
Ah.
The right word finally came to him.
Tender.
Because that was what she was.
Exquisitely, pricelessly tender.
His hand on her cheek slowly slipped down to curve around the nape of her neck.
So damn tender.
Not once in his life had Ezio kissed a woman in public.
It was simply not his thing.
But because she was changing him in more ways than one...
Ezio heard more than one female member of his famiglia gasp as he pulled Cattleya's head close.
Her panic-widened gaze was a delight to see, and the way she actually tried resisting even more so.
Che carina. How cute.
His mouth closed over hers, and the way she ceased to struggle almost made him smile.
Ah, piccolina.
Ezio's eyes closed as he savored the taste of his fidanzata's lips.
He had seen how Cesare had changed overnight ever since meeting Penelope, and he had not been able to understand it.