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“I know better than my younger self,” Diavolo snakes his way behind her, the hard planes of his abdomen settling against the softness of her back. “I will never again make that mistake - it is my gift to you. To us. To allow you by my side, to allow you to always gaze upon me,”
With one arm ghosting along the gentle curve of her belly and the other winding through her hair before gently resting upon her crown, he leans in, laying wax-gifted kisses along her cheek and her shoulder. She says nothing and does not thrash as she had before. Diavolo smiles against the round of her cheek.
“Sei la mia vita, amore mio,” as these words leave him, the thrill of this thunderous, overwhelming feeling tightens his embrace. A euphoria joins the rest as those ample curves settle into his harsh angles. She shudders and before she can hug the pillow closer to her face, Diavolo leans in to first kiss the corner of her mouth.
After peppering a few kisses with quiet, wet smacks, Diavolo pauses to gaze down at the loveliness that is now his. And with so little coercion.
She stares into him. Here he can see the whole of her, the potential for love and more and it ignites the very depths of his soul. Leaning back in, he demands entry to her mouth with a lick at the seal of her lips. He is obeyed immediately.
Delight joins this ravenous, passionate greed as he presses against her, his tongue swirling once against hers to set the tempo. The taste of wine greets him, a heady sweetness reminding him of the dinner they had shared earlier in the darkness of his current safe house. A single lick at the roof of her mouth causes her to shiver and reach for him - Diavolo murmurs his approval as he deepens the kiss.
“Hai il mio cuore,” he breathes against her lips once parting, threading strands of her hair through his fingers while his other hand glides over the wealth of her body. “Hai il mio cuore per sempre.”