Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“If you’re a grower and not inside the most beautiful woman in the world.” He smirks at me. “Hard or not, I remain the same size. With your pussy finally wrapped tightly around me, I’ll probably fuck you for the next twenty-four hours.” His lips nip mine as he slowly thrusts into me again. “I’m just giving you time to recover, then I plan on taking you from behind and every other fucking position known to mankind.”
“I don’t have that kind of stamina.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”
I let out a chuckle, which makes Leo’s body jerks against mine.
“Cazzo, squeeze my cock like that again and I won’t be able to wait for you to recover.”
I lift an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” I clench my inner muscles to see what will happen.
Leo rips his body away from mine, then I’m grabbed and flipped onto my hands and knees. When his cock surges back inside me, I faceplant into the bed and grip the covers for dear life.
Chapter 26
LEO
When I’m done drying our bodies, I pick Haven up and carry her into my walk-in closet, where I set her down on the plush, round seat in the middle of the floor.
“Stay.”
Her eyes follow my movements as I pull a pair of boxers out of a drawer, and when I step into them, she says, “I wonder what the time is.”
I walk to a counter holding all my wristwatches. “Almost four.”
“Wow. It’s almost time for breakfast.”
I grab one of my T-shirts and walk back to her. She lifts her arms and lets me pull the fabric down over her head. I wrap my arm around her back and haul her to her feet so I can adjust the shirt around her thighs, then I hook my other arm under her knees and carry her bridal style out of the closet.
“I’m not even going to argue because my legs are still numb.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “The second you’re able to walk again, I’m going to fuck you so I can keep carrying you everywhere.”
Laughter bubbles over her lips as I take the stairs down to the first floor.
The lights go on, and I cross the foyer to where the kitchen is.
‘Finally! Food,” she sighs when I set her down on the island.
“Yes. You need to build up your energy.” I collect the sandwiches she was preparing last night and throw them in the trash before I take chicken breasts and vegetables from the fridge.
“Where did you learn to cook?” Haven asks, swinging her legs and looking happy.
I pause to take in the moment, then smile at her. “I like seeing you happy.” Setting the food on the counter, I grab a pan and put some olive oil in it. “Your mother was an amazing cook. I loved watching her, and she started teaching me the basics. After her death, I kept practicing.” I glance at my wife again. “It was my way of honoring her memory.”
Haven’s eyebrows draw together, and sadness flashes over her features. “You were very upset earlier, so I didn’t want to ask, but will you please tell me more about my family?”
Cazzo, I’m an asshole. I made it all about me instead of thinking about Haven.
“I’m sorry, stellina mia. I should’ve taken you into consideration.” I set the pan down on the stove. “Wait! I have photos.” I dart out of the kitchen and jog to my bedroom. Walking into my closet, I pull a box from the top shelf and carry it back to where the love of my life is waiting.
I place the box beside her and take off the lid. She peeks curiously inside and pulls a small pink blanket out. “I remember this!”
“That’s a good sign,” I say, hope creeping into my chest.
Maybe Haven’s memory will return if she sees more things from her past.
I dig in the box until I find the photos, which I should’ve put in an album, but I could never bring myself to look at them.
My eyes lock on the first one that’s of Mrs. Messina smiling at the camera. I pull myself up on the island, and sitting beside Haven, I show her the photo. “This is your mother. Viola Messina.”
Her hand trembles when she takes the photo, and when her chin quivers, I wrap my arm around her and pull her tight against my side.
“She’s so pretty,” Haven whispers.
“Your name was the last word she said.”
Haven leans her head against the side of my chest and sniffles. “Carina Messina. It feels weird.”
“That’s understandable,” I murmur.
She takes the photos from me and looks at the next one, which is of her on Diego’s back. He has an empty toilet roll strapped to his forehead, the expression on his face not impressed at all. There’s also one of me and her in the same pose.