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My breath caught in my throat. I’d seen him in formal wear often, but the soft charcoal suit he’d chosen for the occasion fit him like he was born for it. He’d foregone a tie, something I’d encouraged when I heard him complaining about them at the end of a long workday, and the hair on his chest was visible through the few undone buttons. He had a small cluster of flowers pinned to his jacket, and he smiled like he’d just won the lottery.
He had never looked so handsome before.
Suddenly, I was at the end of the aisle, and my mother was pressing my hand into his and joining Dahlia behind me.
I marveled at the feeling of Gio’s hand in mine. I’d held it every day for months now, but I hadn’t seen him since yesterday, and the simple touch felt electric.
“You look astounding, carina,” he murmured.
I smiled up at him. “You don’t clean up too bad yourself.”
The priest cleared his throat, and the ceremony began. We decided to go classic until the vows, which we wrote ourselves. Thankfully, Gio went first.
“My beautiful Olivia,” he started, and tears welled up in my eyes. He smiled. “Before you, my life was very simple, and I thought that was the way I liked it.” His mouth twisted ruefully. “I was a fool. You push me to be a better, stronger, braver man. I will take every complication that comes our way gladly if it means having you by my side.”
A single tear escaped, and he wiped it off my face as quickly as it came. The crowd ahhed, and I blushed.
It was my turn now.
“I came to Italy a regular college student, not hoping for much more than a degree and a little fun.” The audience laughed. “Instead, I found someone who made me understand the meaning of trust like I never had before. I trust you, Gio, with everything I have and everything I could be, and I know you trust me. I loved you very easily, but I’m so glad I trust you.”
The priest nodded. “Good, good. Now, Giovani Valentino, do you take Olivia Robinson to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?”
Gio looked at me with eyes glowing with love. “I do.”
Gabriele offered him my ring, a plain gold band with the word “carina” carved on the inside, and he slipped it onto my finger.
“Olivia Robinson, do you take Giovani Valentino to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”
I grinned up at him. “I absolutely do.”
Dahlia poked me in the back with the ring, and I traded it for my bouquet. The bands matched almost exactly, down to the fact I had secretly gotten “carino” engraved inside his. I took his offered hand gladly and slid the ring into place. It fit perfectly, just like we did.
“Wonderful,” the priest said. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I was in Gio’s arms instantly, his mouth crushing onto mine. I tried to pour all my love into the kiss, opening gladly for his tongue when it begged entrance. I threaded my hands into his hair, and someone—Tallon, maybe—wolf whistled.
We broke apart, but I refused to be embarrassed today. The love of my life was officially mine, and nothing could bring me down.
The reception was a flurry of food and dancing on the trellised patio behind the villa. The meal was spectacular, even better than what I had grown used to in the compound, but I was barely able to finish my plate amongst all the chatter. Eventually, Gio enlisted Dahlia to distract well-wishers so we could actually eat before hitting the dance floor properly.
After the ceremony, we were never more than a few inches from each other, always holding hands or swaying to the music or pressing kisses to the other’s mouth. I felt like planets in a twin orbit, moving when he moved, and it was electric. I wanted nothing more than to get my hands on him somewhere Tallon—because it was actually Tallon, as he proudly told us—couldn’t interrupt us.
I trailed a finger along the arm of his suit jacket, marveling at the softness of the material as we dropped into our seats, breathless from a round of fast songs. Gio really seemed his age when he tried to dance quickly, and my face hurt from laughing so much.
He caught my hand and leaned in. “You like the jacket?”
I smiled impishly. “I’d like it better off.”
He grinned at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you, carina.”
“What?” I gaped at him. “How could you have possibly planned a surprise during all of this?”
“I am the Don of a mafia,” he said imperiously. “Now, would you like it or not?”
I nodded.
“I got us that house from the last time we were in Tuscany. Say the word and we’re gone.” His eyes grew dark with desire as his trailed his gaze down to the neck of my dress.
I looked around at all our friends and loved ones laughing and dancing, then back at my husband. “Let’s get out of here.”
We disappeared out a side door before anyone could notice we were gone, and Gio got a guard to drive us discreetly away. We reached the villa, and he exited before me and opened my door.
“Come with me, my beautiful wife.” He extended a hand. I took it, and he led me up the path to the door before scooping me into his arms.
I yelped. “What are you doing?”
He smiled and opened the door. “Tradition, carina.”
I grinned as he carried me over the doorstep and didn’t even let him put me down before I pulled him into a kiss. He shifted me so I was straddling his waist, and I wound my arms around his neck.
I felt him continuing to walk as I pressed my tongue into his mouth and moaned. When I finally pulled away for air, we were in the enormous bedroom. He set me down gently.
“Let me undress you,” he said. I couldn’t say no to the aching passion in his eyes, so I turned to reveal the row of buttons at the back of the dress. He undid them slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin with reverent grace. When he finished, the weight of the dress pulled it down, and I stood in front of him in nothing but heels and delicate, white lace lingerie.
I leaned in to kiss him, but he stepped behind me and unhooked my bra. It fluttered uselessly to the ground. Last, he pushed down my panties, already wet from the attention, the anticipation.
“Bellissima,” he murmured.
Under his gaze, I felt beautiful. He circled my nipples gently, watched them peak with pleasure, then ran a hand between my legs and smiled.
I ground into his touch gently, caught in his spell, and moaned. “Please, you now.”
He nodded indulgently, and I undressed him with the same reverent care. For a moment we stood in front of each other wearing nothing but moonlight, husband and wife for the first time.
He stepped forward and kissed me, lifting me to straddle his waist once more. I ground against the muscles of his abdomen, aching for friction, and he laid me down on the bed.
“My wife,” he said softly as he fucked into me with one finger, then two, three, achingly slowly. I moaned as my body accommodated him easily. I glanced down just once and saw his wedding ring glistening with my wetness.
“Please, Gio,” I begged as I felt my orgasm begin to build. “I want to come with you.”
Without another word, he lined up his cock and thrust up to the hilt just as slowly. He ran a finger down the side of my face, and I saw nothing but love in his eyes. He built in speed and intensity until the headboard rattled against the wall.
“I love you,” he murmured between groans. “I love you, Olivia, carina.”
His hand found my clit, and I came with his name on my tongue. He fell over the edge after me and collapsed on my chest. I stroked a finger through his hair and smiled.
This was the beginning of a long night.
*Olivia*
I whirled through the dining room in a haze of excitement. Dahlia and I were going to go back to school next week, and there was so much planning to do. I needed new notebooks; somehow my backpack had gotten lost in the wedding shuffle, and Mom just went home a few days ago, so I had barely had any time to do anything.
As I passed the room that had been hers for the length of her stay, I paused. I’d missed my mom more than I realized in the months since we moved to Italy. Having her here every day, teasing me about Gio with Dahlia and nagging me about wearing sunscreen when I went out despite the autumn chill, had felt like a dream come true.
