“Really?” he asked teasingly. He undid the buttons and then her bra. Salvatore cupped her breasts and then leaned forward to lick her nipples. “I’m sorry, baby. I haven’t had an episode in months,” he told her then nipped her nipple.
“I love you, Salvatore. I’ll always be here for you.”
He looked at her and leaned closer to her lips. “To snuggle, right?” he asked, and her heart leaped with admiration for this man. He was so amazing. A soldier who gave up so much for his country and now suffered from the memories of dangerous, violent times.
He kissed her lips, and she ran her fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. A moment later it seemed that neither of them could get enough of one another. They stripped one another of their clothing, then kissed and hugged again. Salvatore lifted her up and fell with her to the bed, his cock instantly aligned with her wet, aroused cunt.
“I love you too,” he whispered as he shifted up and then slowly slid his cock into her pussy. She felt him stretch her inner muscles inch by inch, her heart exploding with love and desire.
“You’re mine and you’re perfect, Lucia Monte.” He said her real name then kissed her as he began to make love to her, thrusting, stroking in a slow, tortuous rhyth
m.
He clasped their fingers together above her head and lifted up as he rubbed against her pubic bone, his cock so hard and deep in her cunt. Their eyes held one another, the love and the connection so deep, so unbreakable she knew she would never, ever be the same woman again and would never leave him or his brothers. This is how she felt with all of them. Well loved, protected, and complete.
“Hold on baby, going slow is over.” He lifted her thighs higher and began a fast, deep pace into her pussy. The bed squeaked, the headboard tapped against the wall, and they both cried out together as their orgasms hit them. They continued to rock, moan, and then kiss as the aftereffects of their lovemaking filled the room around them.
“Lay here with me for a while, will ya?” he asked.
“Only if you admit that you love to snuggle,” she teased.
He pulled from her body and adjusted them on the bed, wrapping her in his arms and hugging her close.
“With you and only you, Lucia, I’ll admit that I love to snuggle.”
She chuckled as she laid her cheek against his chest and absorbed the scent of his cologne and the power the feel of his muscles had over her.
“I know you do, soldier. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
He ran his hand over her ass and squeezed her tighter. “Who would have thought a little sexy thing like you could scare away those big old demons of mine. I think I’ll keep you by my side forever.” He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer than necessary. His obvious vulnerability was a sure sign that he trusted her and loved her just as much as she trusted and loved him.
* * * *
“Holy fuck, someone was in town taking pictures of her, of us together?” Lucifer asked as he and Gabriele sat in the kitchen with Maxwell. Maxwell looked pissed off. Gabriele could tell he was upset the moment he arrived home. Gabriele had been telling them about Salvatore and how Lucia intervened and calmed him. Now it seemed that her past, the asshole who drugged her and raped her, was not giving up on finding her. In fact, he now knew exactly where she was.
“Mark and Fisher are on this along with Wyatt. They want us to bring Lucia to the department tomorrow and tell her side of the story and why she ran from her home. She’s going to be scared,” Maxwell said.
“She might try to run in a panic,” Lucifer stated, looking down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Gabriele stood up.
“We need to reassure her that she’s safe in this town and that everyone will and can protect her.”
“I think we should call in some friends to assist us. The more protection she has here, the better she’ll be,” Maxwell suggested.
“We need to discuss it with Lucia first, and let her decide,” Lucifer replied.
“Discuss what with me?” Lucia asked, as she walked into the kitchen with Salvatore, his arm around her shoulder. She was only wearing one of Salvatore’s sweatshirts and a pair of her socks. Salvatore held her close as he took a seat near the table and pulled Lucia onto his lap. She crossed her legs, placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was so sexy and such a lady.
“Baby, I had to stop into the sheriff’s department today after work. Wyatt and two of our friends called me in with some information,” Maxwell told her.
“What information?” she asked. Salvatore looked at Gabriele, Lucifer, then Maxwell, and he wrapped her in his arms a little snugger. He knew something was up.
“It’s a long story, but the gist of it is that someone was in town taking pictures of you and us together. A private detective.”
She covered her mouth.
“Don’t panic. We’re going to protect you. We won’t let him near you.”