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Chapter Seventy Eight: What Lies Beneath
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(Alessandro’s POV) I held her in my arms, my body still buried deep inside hers, the two of us breathless in the armchair, the city of Paris glittering outside the window, a silent, unmoving witness to our desperate, beautiful reunion. Her heart was hammering against my chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that matched my own, and I grinned into her kiss, my queen, my wife, my beautiful, insatiable Isabella. “Never better,” she whispered against my mouth, her lips swollen and red, and I groaned, because I was exactly the same, I was never better than when I was with her. I held her like that for a long moment, just feeling her, feeling the slick heat of her body, the tight, perfect clench of her muscles around me, and I knew, I knew I was not done, I was not even close to being done. “I love you,” I whispered, the words a rough, honest sound in the quiet room. “I love you,” she breathed back, her fingers tracing the tattoo on my chest. I pulled back, just enough to see her face
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(Alessandro’s POV) The ride back to the penthouse, with the streets of Paris blurring past our window, was a sweet, delicious kind of torture, the car a small, private bubble moving through the most beautiful city in the world, and I could not, I would not, keep my hands off my wife. She was sitting beside me, her new, ridiculously expensive bags forgotten on the floor, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling from the champagne we’d had at the boutique, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I loved her, way too much to make sense. I was never crazy about this, about the simple act of touching, but with Isabella, I found that sometimes it was all I wanted to do. My hand, which had been resting on my own leg, moved to hers, my fingers brushing the silk of her new dress, and I watched her breath hitch, a small, tiny sound that was just for me. My hand slid higher, past her knee, my palm pressing against the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh, and she shifted in he
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(Isabella’s POV) I woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the soft, buttery light of a Parisian morning, and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was, for the sheets felt like silk against my skin, and the room was vast and beautiful. And then it all came rushing back to me, the wedding, the jet, the candlelit bath, and the Eiffel Tower sparkling just for us, and I remembered, I was in Paris, I was on my honeymoon, and I was Mrs. Isabella De Luca. I stretched, a long, happy, contented stretch, my body feeling wonderfully sore, a delicious, private reminder of the night before, of the way Alessandro had loved me, slowly, tenderly, as if he was worshiping me. He was already gone from the bed, and I could hear his low, rumbling voice from the next room, speaking in quiet, fluent French on the phone, probably already handling business, already being a king, even here. I smiled, wrapping the silk sheet around my body, and I padded to the window, looking out at the beautiful, gray-blue
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(Alessandro’s POV) I held her in the warm, rose-scented water, her wet, naked body fitting perfectly against mine, and the world, for the first time in my entire, godforsaken life, felt completely, and utterly, still. There were no ghosts here, no kings, no Dons, and no prisoners, there was only the soft, flickering candlelight dancing on her skin, and the steady, peaceful beat of her heart against my chest. I, the King of Ashes, was just a man, holding his wife, and the profound, simple peace of that truth was a feeling so new, so powerful, it almost brought me to my knees. I leaned in and kissed her, a long, slow, and endlessly tender kiss, a kiss that tasted of wine, and roses, and a future I had never believed I would live to see. She sighed against my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck, her fingers tangling in my wet hair, and I felt her love, a tangible, living thing, wrap around me like a shield. “This is not real,” she whispered against my lips, her voice a sleepy
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