STEFANO

I watch Andrea as she trembles like a leaf in an autumn breeze, her body curled in on itself at the edge of the bed. She hasn't spoken a word since we left the club, the silence heavy with unspoken pain. I know pushing her now would only make her retreat further, but I can't just stand here and watch her suffer.

Slowly, carefully, I move to crouch between her legs, my hands resting gently on her knees. "Luce del sole," I murmur, the endearment falling from my lips like a prayer. "Talk to me. What happened?"

For a long moment, there's only the sound of her shaky breaths. Then, finally, a single word escapes her lips. "Him."

My brow furrows. "Him?"

She nods, her gaze distant, haunted. "I saw him after all this time. It felt like...like he was forcing himself on me all over again."

Ice floods my veins as understanding dawns. I know the story, the horror she endured five years ago at the hands of that monster in Rome. The very thought of it makes my blood boil, and my heart ache in equal measure.

"He's gone, luce del sole," I promise, my voice low and fierce. "I made sure of it."

Her eyes snap to mine, wide and glistening with unshed tears. "You did?"

I nod, holding her gaze steadily. "Yes. He'll never hurt you or anyone else ever again."

"How? I thought Dad handled it," she asks, confusion clouding her expression.

"He did by asking my father to find him," I explain, my voice steady with resolve. "And I was the executioner."

Her lower lip trembles, a single tear escaping down her cheek. "So you knew? All this time?"

"Not at first," I admit, reaching up to gently brush away the moisture on her skin. "I did some digging after our trip to Rome."

A sob catches in her throat, her arms coming up to wrap around herself. "I never wanted you to find out," she whispers brokenly. "I thought...I thought you'd look at me differently. That you'd think I was foolish, easy. An empty head, like my father always said."

"Andrea!" Her name is a sharp exclamation on my tongue, my heart clenching at the pain and self-recrimination in her voice. "Why would you ever think that of yourself? You are not foolish or empty-headed. And I'm starting to think I should reconsider killing your father for ever making you feel that way," I add with a growl.

She shakes her head, fresh tears spilling over. "But you must pity me now. Everyone always does, even when they claim not to. I see it in their eyes."

I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I have known for weeks, luce del sole. Did you notice any change in me? In the way I treated you?"

Her brow furrows as she considers, realization slowly dawning. "No," she breathes. "You didn't."

"Exactly." I brush my thumbs over her cheekbones, wiping away the evidence of her tears. "Learning about your past, about the horrors you've endured...it just makes me understand you better. But it doesn't change the way I see you. You are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Andrea. Inside and out. Nothing could ever change that."

A sob breaks free from her chest, but this time, it's edged with relief, with wonder. And then her lips are on mine, the salt of her tears mingling with the sweetness of her kiss. I drink her in, my hands sliding down to her waist as I lift her effortlessly, her legs coming up to wrap around me.

"I missed you," I breathe against her mouth, the words both an ache and a balm. "I missed you so much, luce del sole."

"I missed you too, amor," she gasps, pulling back just far enough to meet my gaze with eyes dark with need. "Show me how much you've missed me."

"Are you sure?" Not that I didn't want to, but after what just happened, I was hesitant.

"Yes," she breathes, her desire palpable. "Show me what it's like to be with a real man."

"For you, luce del sole, anything," I whisper, pulling her closer as our lips meet once more.

ANDREA

Stefano's lips crash into mine, consuming me with a hunger that steals my breath. His kiss is searing, demanding, a claiming of my very soul. He lowers me gently to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine as he trails scorching kisses down the column of my throat and across the sensitive skin of my shoulders.

I arch beneath him, a breathy moan escaping my lips as my core clenches with need. Every brush of his lips against my fevered skin sends sparks of desire racing through my veins, igniting a fire only he can quench.

With reverent hands, Stefano eases my dress over my head, tossing it aside. He pauses, his gaze raking over my exposed body with an intensity that makes me shiver.

"You're so fucking beautiful, luce del sole," he breathes, his voice rough with want.

I watch, transfixed, as he strips off his own shirt and pants, revealing the sculpted planes of his body. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, all hard muscle and tanned skin. When my eyes drift lower, I see he's already semi-hard, his arousal straining against the confines of his boxer briefs.

Emboldened by the naked desire in his gaze, I reach behind me, unclasping my bra and sliding my panties down my legs. I lay back against the pillows, bared to him in every way possible.

Stefano's eyes darken, his length hardening further as he takes in the sight of me. "Have you ever touched yourself, luce del sole?" he asks, his voice strained.

I nod, my cheeks flushing with a mix of shyness and anticipation.

"Show me," he commands, the authority in his tone sending a fresh wave of wetness pooling between my thighs.

Slowly, I trail my hand down my body, parting my legs as I reach the apex of my thighs. I gasp as my fingers slide through the slick evidence of my arousal, my hips bucking involuntarily at the contact.

"Start with one finger," Stefano instructs, his gaze locked on the movement of my hand.

I obey, sinking one digit into my aching core. A low moan falls from my lips as I begin to pump in and out, the pleasure coiling tighter with each stroke. But it's not enough. I need more, need him.

Almost of their own accord, I add a second finger - only to cry out as Stefano's hand comes down on my breast in a sharp slap.

"One finger," he growls, a warning in his eyes.

I whimper, silently begging him with my gaze to let me have more. But he remains unmoved, even as he takes his own length in hand, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of my finger.

"Please," I pant, desperation edging my voice as I increase my pace. "I need..."

"Touch your breast," Stefano interrupts, his tone brooking no argument.

I comply, kneading the soft flesh and rolling the pebbled nipple between my fingers. Sparks of pleasure radiate outward, making my toes curl and my back arch. But still, the ache inside me builds, a pressure begging for release.

"Stefano, please," I beg, too far gone to care about my pride. "I need more. I need you."

He shakes his head, a wicked glint in his eye. "Not yet, luce del sole. I want to watch you come undone, just like this. I want to see you shatter for me."

With a moan of frustration, I redouble my efforts, my hips rolling to meet the thrusts of my finger. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion...

But then Stefano is there, wrenching my hand away and pinning it above my head. I cry out at the loss of contact, my body trembling with denied release.

"Stefano, please," I whimper, straining against his hold. "I can't take it anymore."

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Promise me," he rasps, his breath hot on my skin. "Promise me you'll never keep anything from me again."

Understanding dawns, even through the haze of my arousal. He's punishing me, in his own way, for hiding my past from him. For not trusting him with my deepest scars.

Tears prick at my eyes, my heart clenching with a mix of remorse and overwhelming feelings for this man. "I promise," I whisper, turning my head to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "I'm yours, Stefano. All of me. No more secrets."

With a groan, he surges forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt. I gasp at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his size. It's been so long that the sensation hovers on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain.

But then he starts to move, and everything else fades away. There is only Stefano, the drag of his length against my inner walls, the snap of his hips against mine. He sets a punishing pace, driving into me with a force that steals my breath and my reason.

"Fuck, luce del sole," he pants, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

I can only moan in response, my nails raking down his back as I lift my hips to meet his increasingly erratic thrusts. The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter, my body straining towards the release I've been chasing for what feels like an eternity.

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"Can you feel how your pussy clenches around my dick, Luce del sole?" Stefano growls, angling his hips to hit that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "This pussy is mine and mine only."

I nod, unable to speak with all the pleasure coursing through my body.

"Say it," I don't miss the possessiveness in his command.

"My pussy is yours," I gasp as he thrusts faster, our skin slapping against each other.

"You're mine, Andrea. Mine," he declares, nipping at my breast, neck, anywhere he can as he drives into me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"I'm yours," I moan as I shatter, my walls clamping down around him like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

Stefano continues to thrust into me, trying to bring himself to his release. I feel myself on the brink of another orgasm when fills me with his release. That's when it hits me.

"Stefano," I gasp, my eyes flying open. "I'm not on birth control."

But to my shock, he simply pulls out, only to scoop his release back inside me with gentle fingers. "Then we'll just have to make sure every drop stays where it belongs," he murmurs, a possessive glint in his eye.

I can only stare at him, speechless, as he flips me over, pulling my hips up until I'm on my knees before him. He delivers a sharp smack to my ass, the sting only fueling the embers of my desire.

"I can't wait to fuck this perfect ass," he growls, nipping at the reddened skin. "To claim you in every way possible."

And as he slides back inside my dripping core, bringing me earth-shattering release once again.