A Touch of Sin |18+|

Epilogue

ALANI

There was nothing on the earth that I loved more than I loved Valerio.

Turns out, when I had a little drink in me—there wasn't anything else I wanted except for him to touch me. I was tipsy enough to feel good, but sober enough to know that I wanted to fuck my husband.

Husband.

My smile widened and I felt my cheeks warm up. If I looked in the mirror, I was sure I would find a flushed face.

Valerio closed the hotel door, his hair messy and the bowtie around his neck hanging loosely. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the tattoos on his arms. We only got married a few hours ago and throughout the entire reception, I could only think of one thing. Him.

We were both tipsy after having our fill of wine and too much food to even fathom. I thought that Valerio's family in the city was huge, but Valerio's family from out of the country was a whole another story.

Relatives from Italy. Relatives from Lebanon who flew in just to see us get married. His men, including Santino and his fiancée, Nancy. His parents. His parents friends and associates. It was a big wedding and originally, I was opposed to the idea.

But everyone had fun.

I got to see Valerio's cousins perform a traditional dance that I later learned was called Dabke. His family was welcoming, and quickly made me feel like I was one of their own.

I didn't have much family but the ones who showed up—Cecelia and Ava, my dad and a few distinct relatives—got along so unbelievably well with Valerio's family that if I was an outsider, I would have assumed they knew each other for years.

There was only one person missing from the equation. Alonzo. I had spoken to him a few times, and he seemed to be doing fairly good. Once he was discharged, he chose to stay in Sweden and start a new life doing whatever he wanted.

Apparently, he found someone.

My wedding night was the happiest night of my life, and I was thankful that we had made memories not just for us two, but his family and mine as well. Although it was the most fun I had in a while, I had enough of socialising and I needed to be alone with Valerio and enjoy our room.

He bent down, capturing my lips with his and I felt him smile against me.

"I can't believe this. You're my wife."

I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as I murmured with my own smile, "I know."

Valerio chuckled, holding my cheeks with both hands as he gazed down at me. "Do you know how this feels? Knowing that I'm married to you? God, I love you with everything in me." He pulled me towards him, giving me another long and deep kiss.

"I love you more," I whispered.

He groaned, giving me gentle strokes on my cheeks with thumbs. "Amore mio. This dress is beautiful on you, but I'm afraid that I have to take it off."

My body fluttered, filling with an incomprehensible urge to rid Valerio of his clothes. Blindly, I kicked my heels off and dropped down a few inches. Valerio's lips never mine as he lowered his head, kissing me until I almost lost my breath.

I felt him reach behind me, circling his arms around my waist to find the zip at the small of my back. With ease, he dragged it down until the dress fell and pooled at my feet.

My chest was flush against him, the material of my thin bra against his own shirt. His hands ventured down to my ass, giving me a hard and firm squeeze as he moaned against me. Truthfully, the past year resulted in me picking up a few kilos that went straight to my ass and hips. I didn't care. Valerio didn't care. In fact, he loved it.