“Daniel . . . ”

Hearing her say his name like this—whispery, needy, seductive—shot a spear of desire through his core and right into his balls, pulling them up tightly below the base of his rock-hard cock. When he pressed his hips against her pelvis, the warmth of her body rippled through him, igniting a fire in his body that only she could extinguish.

“Sabrina, my love,” he murmured as he descended into her warm and welcoming body. Inch by agonizing inch, he slid deeper until he was seated to the hilt.

Her legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her. He felt the length of her heels press against his butt, sending another bolt of electricity through him.

“Yes.” Sabrina’s hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him down to her for another kiss.

He had no objections and took her mouth like an invading barbarian, like a conqueror intent on taking the prize that was offered to him. He’d never felt so primal, so raw. Finally Sabrina was his. Nothing could ever come between them again. They had overcome all obstacles, all hurdles that had been placed in their path.

Her tight pussy clamped around him, pulling his cock deeper into her, squeezing him harder. Daniel steadily and skillfully plunged in and out of her, driving himself to the edge of insanity, then retreating again to buy himself more time until the inevitable would happen. But with each sequence, it became harder to control his body, more difficult to hold back the need for release. Being with Sabrina was always like this: intense, all-consuming, and fiery. She aroused him more than any other woman ever had.

A thin sheen of sweat had built on their bodies and every time they slapped together, the sound of their lovemaking reverberated in the room. Together with their uncontrolled breaths, their sighs and moans, it sounded like a symphony of lust and passion. It was a song he didn’t want to end, though he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

From the way Sabrina’s chest heaved and her hips grinded against him, he knew she was as close as he. There was no holding it back now.

“Per sempre.” Forever, he thought as he withdrew only to plunge back into her.

A visible shudder raced through her body and crashed into him just as his cock exploded inside her, pumping his seed into her.

While her body still trembled from the aftereffects of her orgasm, as did his, Sabrina’s lips moved.

“Per sempre,” she repeated and locked eyes with his.

It was a promise he’d hold her to.

Epilog

Holly looked at Paul, who stood at the bar at the end of the tent, waiting for the bartender to mix him another drink. While she’d been introduced to him during the rehearsal dinner, she’d barely spoken more than ten words to him. It was something she wanted to change. And not only because Sabrina had told her to be nice to him. No, to a man like him she wanted to talk anytime. And not just talk. She wanted a lot more.

She ran her eyes over him. His tuxedo fit him like a second skin, and he had the kind of suave James-Bond-look about him that she’d thought only James Bond or Cary Grant could carry off without looking smarmy. She knew exactly how a man like Paul would be in bed. She knew how he would undress her, how he would touch her, how his body would grind against her. How his cock would slide into her with one forceful thrust and touch her womb, fill her, stretch her.

She knew all that just by looking at him. She always avoided men like him. She preferred her clients to be average in bed. It made it easier to remain detached and keep her emotions out of the game. That’s why she avoided men like Paul. Because for once she might actually feel something.

As her feet carried her closer to him, even though her brain told her to stay away from him, she started justifying the action she was about to take. She was on vacation. Wasn’t everybody allowed a vacation fling? A one-night-stand that would lead to nothing or to everything? Even an escort had to forget her work occasionally and let herself go and only do what her heart told her.

Besides, hadn’t she already decided to quit the escort business, even though she hadn’t told her boss Misty yet? Hadn’t she already made up her mind that she was done with all this? So what was the harm in flirting with a man like Paul? What was the harm of letting him know that she was available tonight if he wanted to take her to his bed?

Before she could truly answer her own questions, she’d already reached him. He must have seen her from the corner of his eye, because he turned and smiled at her, while his eyes dropped down to the neckline of her red bridesmaid’s dress. When she noticed his admiring gaze, she silently thanked Sabrina for not sticking her into something pink or orange. Red worked so much better on her.