Under The Tuscan Sun Audiobook Novels & Stories

The sound lands straight in my chest. My wolf stirs. Mine. I push it down. Shawn looks up first when I enter. “Morning,” he says easily. Mike glances between us. “Morning,” I reply. --- “You’re not finishing that,” I say before I can stop myself. Both of them look at me. Shawn glances at his plate. “Finishing what?” “Your eggs.” Mike’s mouth twitches. Shawn blinks. “I… wasn’t that hungry.” “You need to eat.”

His hand slid beneath me, fingers finding my clit once more, stroking gently this time. "One more," he murmured. "Cum with me." The second climax built slower but deeper, rolling through me like warm waves. I clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with me. He buried himself fully and stilled, a low groan against my shoulder as he pulsed inside me, filling me with thick, hot release until it spilled over and traced warm paths down my thighs. We stayed joined for several long minutes, breathing together, the train carrying us smoothly south through sunlit Tuscany.

Oakland was not so far from here but to get across to it, I needed to go through Tombsdale. The scent of the ever-dark and eerie town sent a shiver up my spine and Elijah jerked forward immediately after the truck came to a halt. The driver alighted and opened the back for us to come down. “Come on,” I held around my son’s shoulders, holding him up so he didn’t fall. His eyes were obviously still blurry as he’d just woken up and the sun was merciless in its shining from above the horizon. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a morning as bright as this. Tuscany could be hot but we never really saw the sun because of the thousand mountains that surrounded us. So it could be shining with al

The road winding through the Tuscan hills was a ribbon of hot asphalt cutting through a sea of silvery olive groves and vineyards that seemed to bleed under the golden late-afternoon sun. Inside the armored SUV, the silence between Lorenzo and Sofia was different from the technological vacuum of the Milan penthouse; here, it was filled by the sound of the wind and the scent of damp earth and rosemary that invaded the car whenever the windows were slightly opened. As they approached Villa dei Cipressi, the ancestral Moretti estate, Lorenzo’s normally impeccable, rigid posture seemed to undergo a subtle yet perceptible erosion.

AURÉLIE Four months in our Tuscan palace, and my love for Lorenzo is a visceral addiction—his salty skin against mine, his musky scent, the burn of his cock filling me to the soul. Every day, I live for these moments: managing the house, spending wildly on Umbrian truffles, vintage wines from our vines, silk fabrics for our sheets. Naked under an apron, I prepare his feast: creamy risotto with finely grated black truffles, seared rare duck breast, tiramisu soaked in mascarpone and Marsala. The air saturates with earthy, sweet aromas. My belly is rounding—three months pregnant, positive test yesterday, a burning secret to reveal to him tonight. My breasts are heavier, sensitive, dark erect ni

he teased. She rolled her eyes, tugging her suitcase beside her. “Took you five thousand dollars and a private concierge service to get here, so spare me.” He chuckled, gesturing to the car waiting nearby. “Shall we?” The drive was scenic, with winding roads that dipped through Tuscan hills and sunlit vineyards. Emilia leaned toward the window, her breath fogging the glass. “It doesn’t feel real.” “It is,” Sebastian said, his tone unusually thoughtful. “You deserve this.”

To his astonishment, it began to vibrate, then was gone. They stood looking at each other. The silence was deafening. After an eternity that lasted no more than thirty seconds, the voice spoke again. “Dr. Johansen, please step forward.” Luca looked sheepishly at the group. He had already received everything he could wish or hope for. He stepped closer to the book, looking lovingly at the ancient parchment still so well-preserved. Not knowing where else to look, he stared at the picture of the ancient one, his long white beard and soul-piercing eyes.

"What are they doing in Italy? I thought they were on a Mediterranean cruise, not." "I thought so too." His expression sobered, the laughter fading. "Unless they changed their plans. Or cut the cruise short." "But why? Why would they, " "I don't know." His hand found mine, squeezed. "But we'll figure it out." The SUV climbed back into the hills, leaving the village behind. Twilight was settling over the Tuscan countryside, painting everything in shades of purple and gold. Under other circumstances, it would have been romantic. Instead, my stomach churned with anxiety.

Eight weeks in Tuscany and Provence, full creative control, private villa, generous compensation. If you say no, I’ll understand. But I need you to be honest with me, is something wrong? You’ve been distant for months. If you need help, just say the word. Marcus I didn’t reply. I simply closed the email and rested my forehead against Aiden’s thigh. His hand moved automatically to my hair, stroking gently while he continued his call. The titanium collar pressed cool against my skin. The thick plug inside me shifted as I leaned closer, a constant, grounding reminder of where I belonged.

“That’s your final decision?” he asked, talking like he didn’t just shit all over his brother’s memory. I’d be lying if I said I weren’t upset I had to give everything up. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t annoyed with Damien for getting mixed up in this. Nothing about it was fair. But nonetheless, I knew my answer. “Yes.” Tuscany was a large place. For hundreds of miles, there were small villages, wine estates, and countryside. It extended all the way to the west until you reached the sea. It was easy to hide in the beauty, to disappear off the face of the earth.