Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You can always touch me, Clarissa. I’m your husband.”
She stared into his eyes. “I know we didn’t have the best start.”
“I should have known to talk to you, Clarissa. But you’re always so quiet.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. “Did you know there was a time I wasn’t?”
“Before your sister’s death?”
“Isabella.” She spoke her name, and it didn’t hurt, and she let out a little breath, as it felt like the scariest thing to do.
“You struggle to say her name.”
“It hurts to say her name. I miss her so much. She would have made you a great wife.”
Lorenzo put his hands over hers. “There’s no one else I want, Clarissa. You’re the wife I want.” He pulled her in close.
“But she was amazing and beautiful.”
“You’re my wife. You’re who I come home to. There is no one else.”
“But if she had lived?” Clarissa asked.
“Then I might have ended up married to her, but you know what might have happened?” he asked.
“What?”
“I might have met her feisty sister who stole my breath away at the wedding, and I might have refused to marry her, because I’d wait until the sister was of age.”
Clarissa laughed. “You wouldn’t have done that.”
He kissed her lips. “You don’t know that, and neither do I. We need to stop dwelling on the what ifs. I’m so sorry your sister is not alive—for you, not for me. I don’t believe I got a raw deal here, Clarissa. I believe I won the jackpot.”
“You certainly know what to say,” she said.
She dropped her hands down toward his shoulders, and she was just going to hug him, only she didn’t stop at his shoulders. Instead, she started to work her hands around the front, and then she teased the front of his shirt. She just fingered the button. Then, she couldn’t help but loosen it. She went to the next button, and one by one, she started to loosen them until there was nothing left, and his shirt was open.
He’d already removed his jacket before entering her sewing room. Once the shirt was open, she put her hands at his abdomen, and slowly spread them up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he sunk down, his lips within touching distance.
She kissed him and couldn’t help but moan as he was so close to her, and she didn’t want to let him go. Lorenzo put his hands at her waist, and she felt completely lost. His touch was setting her on fire, her need getting higher with every passing second.
She wore a shirt and pair of pants, and he quickly swiped them off her body. She was more than happy for him to do that.
Clarissa reached for the belt of his pants and started to tug at it, and he moved her hands out of the way, and with expert precision, without jerking motions, he loosened the belt of his pants, then they were on the floor. He’d already kicked off his shoes.
She was in lingerie. He was in boxer briefs. There was a small distance between the two of them, and Clarissa couldn’t help throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, pressing their bodies flush together.
The moment his mouth was on hers, she needed him in a way she hadn’t needed anyone else.
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Lorenzo knew in the early months of his marriage, he fucked up terribly. There were no other words for how bad he’d been as a husband. At first, after all the husbands discovered their wives heard their little rant, he’d regretted it. Only now, over a year later, it felt like the best thing they had ever done.
He never wanted to hurt Clarissa, but that was what needed to happen to move past what was making their marriage miserable. Even though their marriage had been arranged, he didn’t want to be miserable. He wanted to be happy. And now he was, with Clarissa. His love for her wasn’t going away.
Wrapping his arms around her, he couldn’t get enough of feeling her. He ran his hands all over her. Whenever he could touch her, he took the chance.
Cupping her ass, he pulled her in close so she felt how aroused he was. His cock was rock-hard, and he growled against her neck. Another moan filled the air of the sewing room, and he took her to the rug on the floor. The moment she was on her back, he reached for the catch at the front of her bra and flicked it open. He cupped her tits, and Clarissa helped him remove the last of the bra. Then he began licking and sucking at her nipples, because there was nothing else he wanted other than to take those large red buds into his mouth.
He bit down on them, sucking them hard into his mouth. She arched up against him, and he let one tit go, but went to the other, and with his free hand, he massaged the tit he no longer had in his mouth. With the other, he sucked on the nipple, using teeth, hearing her gasp in the right way so he knew it was turning her on.