Chapter 48 Sara

The front door clicked shut behind us, and the quiet of the house wrapped around me like warm hands. My heels echoed softly against the floor as Salvatore guided me inside, his fingers laced with mine, his steps just a little too quick to be casual.

The gala felt a thousand miles away.

He tossed his jacket somewhere near the entry table without looking, eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing in the room worth noticing. My heart fluttered, heat blooming low in my stomach.

“Mi corazón…” he murmured, brushing his thumb along my cheek.

I leaned into his touch, still breathless from the limo, from the way he’d looked at me all night, from the way he’d practically dragged me up the steps like he couldn’t wait another second. “Mi cielo,” I whispered.

His jaw tightened, not with anger, but with something deeper, heavier, hungrier. He stepped closer, his hand sliding to my waist, pulling me gently but firmly against him. The house was dim, only the soft glow from the hallway lights illuminating us. My dress shimmered faintly, the fabric brushing against him as I shifted. He exhaled slowly, like he was trying to hold onto the last thread of control. “Upstairs,” he said, voice low and rough.

I smiled, taking a step backward toward the staircase, still holding his hand. “Then come on,” I teased softly. “Don’t make me wait.”

His breath caught.

And then he followed, close, fast, determined, his hand tightening around mine as we climbed the stairs together, the air between us charged and electric. By the time we reached the bedroom door, neither of us was pretending anymore.

The moment our bedroom door closed, Salvatore pinned me to the wall, holding my hands above my head. Kissing my lips, when down my jaw to my neck. I couldn't stop myself from leaning into him and moaning his name, "Salvatore, please."

"I love when you beg, Mi corazón." He steps away from me, releasing my hands. "Strip" he demands as he sits on the egde of the bed, removing his shoes.

I do as he says with a shaking breathe. I haven't been with a man since him, since I had Gabe. I hear him take a deep breathe when the dress hurt the floor, too afraid to look up. "come over here, baby." I did as he said, keeping my eyes down. He grabbed me by my hips pulling me to him. "Mi Corazon, look at me." I finally looked at him, "You are so beautiful. I'm going to worship your body all night. But this first time is going to be hard and fast. But I promise to make you feel good."

"Salv..." He picked me up and throw me on the bed so fast, I didn't even realize the he was between my legs untill I felt his tongue on my core. By the time he was done with my second orgasm, I was a moaning mess. Before I could fully recover, he flipped me, pulling me up onto my knees. "I've missed your taste on my tongue, mi corazón." Lining himself up at my enterance.

"Salva..."I moaned as he slammed into me.

"Fuck, yes. Fuck you feel amazing. That's it mi corazon."

He made good on his promise and fast and hard. I pushed myself back into him.

"Fuck....please don't stop. Oh my god. Yyyeeesss!" I screamed as my third orgasm hit.

"Fuck... that it coat my cock."

His thurst were getting sloppy, he was close, he grabbed my hips harder, as he thrusted into him a few more time, groaning as he came deep inside me. We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

"That was only the first round, baby. The nights not over." He made good on that promise, as we made love 3 more times before we finally fell asleep.

Sunlight was already slipping through the curtains when I woke, warm and soft across my face. For a moment I didn’t move, partly because I was still half-asleep, partly because Salvatore’s arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me against him like he had no intention of letting go. I shifted slightly, and his arm tightened.

“Mi corazón…” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I laughed softly. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He opened one eye, studying me with that lazy, morning softness he never let anyone else see. “Good.”

“I have to cover Marco’s shift tonight,” I said gently, brushing my fingers along his forearm. “At Velvet Lace.”

His eyes opened fully now, the softness replaced by something more alert. “You’re working tonight?”

“Just for a few hours,” I said. “Marco has dinner with Roc’s parents, and I told him I’d take it.”

“You’re not going alone,” he said finally.

I rolled onto my back to face him. “Tore, it’s your bar.”

“Exactly,” he said, brushing a thumb across my hip. “Which means I know exactly the kind of people who walk through those doors. I’m going with you.”

I smiled, because honestly? I’d hoped he’d say that.

“Okay,” I whispered. “We’ll go together.”

He leaned in, kissing my forehead. “Good girl."

I laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “Come on. We need to get up. We have a whole day before work.”

He groaned dramatically but finally sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But I’m making breakfast.”

I slipped out of bed, grabbing one of his shirts from the chair and pulling it over my head. His eyes followed the movement, warm and appreciative. “Mi corazón …” he said quietly, “you’re going to make us late.”

“For breakfast?” I asked, pretending innocence.

“For everything,” he said. I laughed again, heart full, and headed toward the kitchen.