Keeping his bride

Verona

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HE NEXT DAY, something is different about Luca. He isn’t his normal, brooding, controlling self. He’s more demure, quiet. It could just be that he’s still tired from last night. I know I am. Those orgasms knocked me out. Literally. I don’t even remember Luca carrying me to bed last night, but he must have, because I woke up this morning warm and snuggly inside the king-sized bed under a mountain of blankets.

After we both shower and get dressed in our warmest clothes later that morning, we take a trip into a nearby small touristy town. It’s our last day in Colorado, and Luca suggested we stay away from the slopes and just do some sightseeing. I overwhelmingly agreed with that idea, because between skiing and riding him last night, my legs are officially out of commission. I need to recover, and some light walking sounds way better than trying to balance myself on skis all day…or on another kind of pole.

Luca parks the car and puts some change into the meter as we step up onto the sidewalk. The town looks like it’s straight out of a Hallmark movie. The nume ous store windows are decorated with Christmas lights and tiny trees and wreaths, and there are decorations hanging from every streetlamp and sign. It’s only the beginning of November but seeing all the holiday decor really puts me in the mood for Christmas.

The first place we go to is a little coffee shop on the corner for some hot chocolate. The day is cold with a breeze, and the hot liquid is just what I need to stay warm. Back in New York, it doesn’t get bitterly cold like this until December or January, so I’m not used to the sudden change in weather.

We walk hand in hand, enjoying the scenery and each other’s company as we explore the town. “We need to buy something to remember this place,” I announce as we enter yet another store.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll know when I see it,” I assure him. We walk through the store, browsing separately for a while. There are a lot of touristy things to buy, but none of them catch my eye. Then, I walk past a wall of magnets. It reminds me of the magnets Mama used to put on our fridge at home. Whenever her and Papa went anywhere, she would buy a magnet as a little memento to remember the time and place. Since she was always in the kitchen cooking something or other, she looked at the magnets often. I was never allowed to play with them or move them.

They were sacred to her.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

And their tradition can now become ours.

Searching, I find the perfect one. It has the town name over a picture of the town and even has the snowy mountains in the background, which I have come to absolutely love.

I pull the magnet from the metal wall and find Luca. “How about this?” I ask him before placing the magnet in his hand.

He stares at the souvenir and smiles. “That’s perfect.”

I can’t help but smile back. “We could collect magnets at every place we visit. Maybe someday our fridge will be full of places we’ve been to.”

He looks up at me with a strange look on his face. And then his mouth is suddenly attacking mine in the middle of the store. His tongue demands entry against my lips, and I grant him access. His tongue sweeps over mine as he devours me.

Realizing where we are and that we probably have eyes on us, I put my hands between us and press lightly on his chest. When we finally come up for air, I tell him, “Jeez, if I had known you liked magnets so much, I would’ve bought a ton of them the other night.”

A deep, hearty laugh comes from Luca, and it makes me smile. “It’s not the magnets, Verona. It’s you. I want to see the world with you.” He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “With you by my side, I don’t think there’s anything I can’t do. I could conquer the universe with you beside me.”

I blush at his words. It’s hard to believe that not that long ago Luca hated the very sight of me. I would go so far as to say he loves me now, even though he hasn’t said the words out loud yet. Actions speak louder than words, though. And if today is any indication of his true feelings for me, then I would say he’s fallen for me just like I have for him.

After we pay for the magnet, we walk outside. It’s starting to snow. Snowflakes cascade down around us, melting against our heated skin as the world blurs into the background. It feels like it’s only us on the entire planet right now.

Luca pulls me to him so that we’re only a few inches apart and stares down at me with a look on his face that I can’t quite decipher. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to me.

I blink up at him with snowflakes sticking o my long lashes. “Thank you for bringing me here,” I tell him. “The past few days have been some of the best in my life.”

“I feel the same way,” he says before placing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re freezing. Let’s go back to the house and get you warmed up.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I agree.

LATER THAT NIGHT, Luca doesn’t fuck me hard and fast. No, he makes love to me. He caresses and kisses and licks every inch of my body and fills me with his cock so slowly that my orgasm is almost euphoric.

And after he reaches his release, Luca looks into my eyes and tells me, “Verona, I love you.”

Tears fill my eyes and I bite my lip, desperately trying to hold back my emotions. I never thought I would hear those three words come from his mouth. And I’m not sure if I can even process them right now.

“Say something,” he says, his eyes searching my face.

“I love you too,” I tell him quickly. “So much. More than anything or anyone on this entire planet, Luca.”

He groans at my words and places a sweet kiss on my lips. He rocks in and out of me, and I can feel him growing hard again.

“You’re insatiable,” I tell him with a giggle.

“Only for you,” he confesses before kissing me until we’re both needy and breathless.

We spend the rest of the night making love, and I can’t think of a better way to end our honeymoon.