Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
We'd been on our honeymoon for two months, and still I could not believe that he was my husband, and I was his wife. Our moments were so romantic. So precious. So surreal. There were times when I sat on edge waiting for someone to jump out, appear with a gun, and ruin it.
But, it never happened.
Santino and I remained safe and happily in love. Just two newlyweds touring Italy.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer power of love that we shared on this honeymoon.
This vacation gave me the time to really think about my life since Santino entered it. From my assessing my reflections I realized that love was finding someone I cared about so much that I would put my needs before them and work together as a team.
I appreciated Santino for teaching me that.
Meanwhile, Santino showed me the amazing beauty of this country. We traveled from city to city, sampling incredible food, visiting rich historical sites, perusing highly regarded art, and staying in charming, picturesque places.
Although Santino had a set schedule of what he wanted to show me in Italy, he would always encourage me to seek out little-known spots that excited me. Many times, we would veer off the beaten paths just because something caught my eye. And he would grin the whole time, watching me fall deeper and deeper in love with Italy.
So many times, I took us off to explore places of natural beauty I spotted. A patch of purple wildflowers in a distant field, an eye-catching grouping of trees on the horizon, an old bridge over a bubbling brook.
However, Santino had truly put together a great schedule for us. There were many highlights in those two months that would remain in my heart for the rest of my life.
In Rome, Santino rented out the Colosseum so we could take our time and walk around it hand-in-hand. There, he told me about its history. We made love in the center of the hypogeum where long ago ancient romans used to keep the animals and gladiators before entering the arena.
In Venice, I watched my first opera at the Teatro La Fenice. I had never heard of this story called La Boheme, yet now I would never forget it. As the performers wooed my eyes and ears, I became obsessed with this romantic and heartbreaking couple—Mimì and Rodolfo. For them, it was love at first sight just like Santino and me. Granted, there were parts of the opera that I missed out on as Santino fingered my pussy, then later lowered to his knees, and licked me until I came.
By the end of that night, I threw away my birth control pills. In between sights and making love, Santino talked about wanting to start a family together. His childhood hadn't been ideal just like mine.
For most of our lives, we both had secretly yearned for love and the real idea of a family. Now we decided to create our own.
In Florence, we stayed in a luxurious old palazzo. It had been carefully restored. I was amazed by the high ceilings, stunning exterior, and rich décor. After checking in, Santino surprised me with a romantic picnic at the Boboli Garden—a breathtaking space of green hills, exotic plants, and intriguing sculptures. Santino told me that the gardens were originally designed for the Medici family in the 1700s.
The whole time he fed me Bistecca alla Fiorentina, Ribollita, and Pappardelle al Cinghiale. They were all traditional dishes from Florence that I soon came to love.
We had so much fun that in those two months that we eventually decided to extend our honeymoon for a third month.
I'd already texted Merik, Dane, and Rue this morning with the news.
I had barely communicated with anyone back in Paradise City. We exchanged a few texts here and there, but Santino had demanded that no one bother us this whole time. The most I got from Dane was that Lei wanted permission to explore around Dream Lake with some new Black chick and a little girl. Other than that, they never bothered me.
However, now we lay naked in our bed on the yacht heading to Sicily so that he could introduce me to his distant family.
Santino thrust his hips forward, his hard length filling me completely. His hands firmly grasped my hips as he moved in and out with a powerful rhythm that had me clinging to him. His lips found mine in a passionate embrace, his movements becoming more ravenous by the second as the pressure built up inside me.
I gripped his back, riding the waves of pleasure. "Oh, Santino."
"Yes, my queen." He drove into me so deeply I cried out in pleasure.
"You are my wife." He sucked on my lip and then let it go, pumping into me some more. "Forever."
"Forever." An electric current raced through my body as the pressure of pleasure intensified, built higher and higher.