LUCA
Six months later…
We delayed our honeymoon by a few months, but it was perfect.
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 happy to grant my request. It was the best wedding gift we’d received, allowing us to travel without worrying.
Naked and gorgeous, Alex lay back on the mattress 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 and 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 as if 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, and her entire body trembled. She buried her face against my neck and gripped my biceps, crying out as I rolled my thumb over her clit. Her whole body tightened, then shook, and 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 it 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.
After she came again on my tongue, I held her legs until her body stopped shaking. She raised her hand and beckoned me with her index finger. I climbed up her body and took her in one quick thrust. Her lips collided with mine, her tongue sweeping into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned between kisses. “You’re such a good wife.”
On our last day in Italy, we drove through the coastal town of Calabria with the convertible top down.
The wind whipped through Alex’s blonde curls as we rode through the mountains.
She looked more beautiful than ever, wearing a pale blue strapless dress that inched up her tanned thighs.
A smile stretched across her beautiful lips.
I raised her left hand from the center console and kissed her skin.
Alex glanced over at me. “Are we going to the beach?”
“Not this one.”
“What’s wrong with this one?”
“Nothing. We’ll have more privacy where we’re going.”
She smiled. “I want to make love on the beach.”
“Whatever you say, boss lady.”
Alex chuckled.
“We’ll be there soon. My parents took me to this beach when I was a kid.”
“I could see your mom sketching on the beach. Marcello took me to her favorite place in Devil’s Creek to see the sunset.”
“Oh, yeah? When did he do that?”
“When I first moved back to Devil’s Creek, you were acting like an asshole.”
I gripped the steering wheel, taking the turn slowly. “Maybe you’ll come up with your next Devil painting while we’re here.”
“I hope so.” She sighed. “I have another exhibition in two months, and I’m five paintings short.”
“Use me all you want,” I said with a taunting smile. “I love being your muse.”
She slid her hand to my thigh and squeezed. “The Devil I Love.”
Because of Alex, I no longer feared love. Knowing she would take care of it, I placed my heart in her hand.
When we arrived at our destination, I led Alex to the beach, carrying a basket full of food.
Caminia had a smaller, less developed beach than those in Calabria, but I liked this one best. Hidden by rocky cliffs, we had complete privacy from the outside world. I set the basket down and removed the blanket, laying it out for Alex to sit.
“Wow, this is incredible.” Alex lifted the sunglasses from the bridge of her nose and looked out at the blue-green water. “I can’t believe no one is here.”
“I told you we’d have privacy.”
“What did you do?”
I rolled my shoulders. “Nothing. But the Basiles might have something to do with the lack of people on the beach.”
Alex flipped open the top of the basket and rifled through the contents. She uncapped a bottle of water and handed one to me.
I moved her between my thighs and rubbed my hand over her stomach, something I’d done from the moment we got the paternity test results.
Alex leaned back against my chest. “This is perfect. Thank you for arranging our trip.”
“It’s my fault we have to travel in secret.”
She sipped from the bottle, staring at the water. “We’re in this together.” Alex moved her hand over mine and held it against her stomach. “We have to protect our child. Once we return to Devil’s Creek, I’m not leaving the estate until you find out who’s trying to kill Drake.”
“I have a team assembling a birthing room at the house while we’re gone. You’ll have access to everything you need to deliver Leo.”
She wanted to name our first child after one of her favorite artists, Leonardo da Vinci.
Leonardo Arlo Salvatore was the first of many children I planned to raise with Alex.
My father had given his life to protect our family and bring us together.
I still thought of him every single day; not a moment passed when I didn’t wonder if he was watching us.
After our dad’s death, Marcello agreed to work with me at Salvatore Global. Alex still needed him, and even I wasn’t ready to let my brother return to working with Alpha Command overseas for months. I had assumed the CEO position, leaving Marcello in charge of the daily operations.
Marcello had complained at first. He hated office politics and didn’t like sitting behind a desk. His talents were suited for battle. But with Rhiannon O’Shea in his life and my father no longer around to intervene, he was beginning to adjust to civilian life. It would just take time.
Alex moved my hand between her thighs and shoved her panties to the side. I slid my finger up and down her wet slit, loving the sight of her letting go as I pushed inside her.
“I love the pregnancy hormones.”
She moaned as I withdrew my fingers and plunged into her once more. “I’m horny all the time. It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
“That’s not a bad problem to have.”
I rolled my thumb over her clit with my fingers filling her up as I sucked her earlobe into my mouth. She shuddered with each wave of pleasure that moved throughout her body.
After she came, Alex turned around and climbed onto my lap, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.
She pushed up my shirt, her soft hands tracing over my scars, feeling the smooth ridges with the pads of her fingers.
I stripped off my shirt, allowing her full access.
She kissed my shoulder and slowly made her way down my chest.
Whenever she kissed a scar, I wondered how she helped me heal.
Without Alex, I would never have been capable of love.
She showed me kindness from the moment we met, something I hadn’t experienced since my mother was alive.
And because of her, I could show our children the same love and compassion.
I would never be cruel and cold like my father had been with me.
As we kissed, we removed each other’s clothing and bared to one another with nothing more than the waves crashing from a distance. I gripped her hips and lowered her onto my cock. She cried out as I filled her.
“Slow, Luca.” She rubbed her hand over my chest. “Make love to me.”
I bounced her up and down on my cock, taking my time. “I am, baby.”
Alex leaned forward, pressing her palms to my chest as her tongue swept into my mouth. My skin burned as heat coursed through my veins, creating a fire beneath my skin. After our lips parted, she stared down at me, looking beautiful and wild. I loved her more than anything in this world.
I kissed her neck, sucking and biting as she gripped my arms. Rocking my hips, I stared into her eyes. She moaned my name, whispering that she loved me. Right as she was about to come, I massaged her clit, and she unraveled like a ball of yarn, our orgasms rolling over us in unison.
Out of breath and sweaty, she rested her forehead against mine and gave me a peck on the lips. “I love you, Luca.”
I hugged her. “I love you, too, baby girl.”