HER SAVIOR, THE DEVIL
His arms held her close, circled her back, and his lips pressed against her hair.
“What have you done to me?” he whispered.
She lifted her head and looked up at him. Then, she reached up to brush a lock of hair off his forehead as she smiled and, trusting her instincts, gave him her heart as she had just given him her body.
“I love you, Damiano,” she told him.
Then, Thea eased away and drew herself across his chest to touch her lips to his.
“'Ti amo,'” she told him again, this time in Italian.
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