AN: The car scene is dedicated to SoapyMayhem for making the manip it was based on, and Mariuxita Rivera for giving me the idea to use it. Thanks to Sweetishbubble form PTB and Pain Jane for beta'ing this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Chapter 29
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That was how I felt.
Ever since he had slipped that ring on my finger, the cool metal feeling as though it would sear through my skin, binding me irrevocably to him, I'd felt like a teenage girl with her first crush. I could still remember clearly how overwhelmed I had been at first, the feelings churning in my stomach almost making my breakfast reappear.
It had come so far out of left field that, for a moment, I had been reeling as I tried to catch up with what was going on. I couldn't have conjured up a more perfect proposal than the one he gave me, each note sealing the deal until it was impossible for me to say no.
Despite his worries, I had never, for a moment, felt pressured into saying yes. The word had spilled out in a choked whisper from my lips, causing us to turn a rather pivotal corner in our relationship.
I stared out of the dark, tinted window at the traffic, which had reached a standstill. A chorus of horns and shouting filled the early evening air as we moved forward at snail's pace. I was, at that moment, glad that Edward had decided to hire a car and driver to bring us wherever we needed to go while we spent our few days in Italy, the partition between us giving us privacy.
Edward lounged across the seats, his arm resting casually on the door as he leaned back against it. His long legs were extended across the seats, taking up most of the available space as he crossed them at the ankles. His arm was draped around my waist, pulling my body back into him until I was almost sitting in his lap.
My ass was perched on the available space by his thigh as I twisted my body to face him, the warmth of his body calling to me as I rested against him. I crossed my legs, causing the skirt of my dress to ride up my thighs as I snuggled closer to his chest, the musky smell of his cologne familiar and soothing.
A shiver rolled down my spine as I felt his warm breath fan out across my neck. He nuzzled my throat, the scruff covering his jaw scratching me as he dragged the tip of his nose up and down the column of it.
The hand connected to the arm around my waist traced patterns on my hip over my dress as his soft, warm lips touched the edge of my jaw. They caressed a path up to my ear before his tongue flicked out, joining in the game of seduction as he traced the outer shell achingly slowly. After a few moments, he shifted his attention toward the sensitive skin behind my ear, sucking it softly as a quiet moan escaped my parted lips, and my eyelids fluttered.
I grasped onto his knee for support as a jolt of electricity ran down my spine, causing my nipples to harden and strain against the fabric of my dress. The temperature in the backseat escalated as his hand traveled from my waist to my tits, thumbing my nipple as he palmed the supple flesh.
"Baby," I groaned. "Now is not the time." My protest was weak, and Edward ignored it, happy to continue fondling me. Any other day, I would have encouraged it, but there was no way I was going to turn up to dinner with his grandparent's at some four star restaurant freshly fucked.
Edward's mind seemed to be going in the exact opposite direction as mine because he whispered quietly in my ear. "Do you remember the first time we fucked in the backseat of a car?”
My skin flushed, and my teeth sunk into the soft skin of my bottom lip, the memory as clear as if it had happened yesterday. The hunger in his eyes as I rode him, both of us still partially dressed and oblivious to the world around us.
He was as lost in the memory as I had been just moments ago, and I used his momentary distraction to pull slightly from his grip, turning my face to look into his dark eyes. "If I remember correctly, it was in the back of a limousine," I reminded him.
He hummed lowly, subtly shifting his erection into a more comfortable position as he lazily flicked my nipple with his thumb. "Did I ever tell you just how hot you looked in that private school girl outfit? I wanted to spank you with a ruler," he growled.
"Fuck," I hissed, feeling the wetness starting to collect between my thighs. It didn't matter that just under two hours ago he had been inside me, the ghost of his cock between my legs still lingering. My muscles clenched at the memory of us making love for what seemed like hours, our bodies moving slowly against each other as he brought me to the edge and back over and over again until it had all become too much.
He lifted the stray tendrils of hair that had slipped from my pinned-up bun off the back of my neck, his lips soft and gentle as they caressed their way along the length of it. His hand traveled to dangerous territory as it slid up the bare skin of my thigh and I clamped my hand down on it before it reached its destination.
"Nice try," I told him, removing his hand.
"And I was so close," he murmured against my neck.
"Didn't you get enough earlier?" I questioned breathily.
"You know I can never get enough of you, mia Bellezza. You make me insatiable," he purred, nuzzling me.
"Papi," I chided playfully. A girlish giggle escaped me as his scruff tickled my neck. I snaked a hand back around his neck and scratched the hair at the back of reveling in the way he shivered, his hips shifting as his body reacted to my touch.
"How can you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look so gorgeous?" he asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't keep the smile out of my voice as I spoke. "It's called self-restraint.”
"I'm using what little restraint I have to stop myself from impaling you on my cock," he countered, though he did back off a little. I shifted, changing my position as I smoothed down my dress and checked my hair. I was wearing a deep red, wrap dress that fell just above my knees. The fabric cascaded over my body, molding to my curves and falling between my tits, making me look voluptuous.
I accessorized it with a thick, beaded necklace and a gold, cuff bracelet. I wore simple, patent black heels with it, and my somewhat forgotten black wool coat that was lying hazardously over the backs of our seats next to Edward’s.
"Are you nervous about telling them?" Edward asked, not needing to clarify just what he was referring to. The ring on my finger glinted in the stilted, overhead light, drawing my eyes to it.
I would have liked to think that I had hidden my nerves over the impending dinner rather well, but Edward was too smart and knew me too well to fall for my act. To him, I was an open book that he could flip through, gathering information from the words on the pages with little to no effort. There was little that I could hide from him, something that I found to be both a blessing and a curse.
I knew that he knew that my reservations stemmed from the fear that his grandparents would reject me as Edward's fiancé.
Of all the insecurities that I could never, and most likely would never be able to fully be rid of, it was my fear of rejection. Finding out about my father had been a clear sign of that, along with our last spat that had lasted longer than I should have ever let it. I had let him neglect me for fear of being rejected if I brought it up. I had worried that he would have brushed me off and told me everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.
My general reaction to such situations were usually negative, and I fought hard against myself this time to not fall into my old patterns.
It wasn't that I didn't think his grandparents liked me–hell, I was on the phone with Nonna every other week–but it was the gnawing feeling in my stomach that told me that there was a big difference between being the girlfriend and the fiancé made me want to stay hidden in our bubble. I was going to be a permanent fixture in his life now, and I feared that maybe they wouldn't approve of us moving so quickly.
Edward and I had never taken our relationship slowly, what with me moving in only two months after we had pursued something more than what we'd had previously, and then first meeting his grandparents not long afterward.
Though we intended to wait until after his resignation and the subsequent move to Italy to get married, we had only been together, officially, for only around eight to nine months. To me, it seemed like we had been together forever, but to other's it may have looked different.
We had already told all of our friends not long after the initial proposal, all of who had congratulated us without any reservations, but we had decided to wait a few days until we were face to face to break our exciting news to his grandparents, something that I was now regretting.
"A little," I finally admitted, playing with my ring in a nervous habit I had recently gained.
"You wanna talk about it?" he questioned, as patient and understanding as ever. I was so glad to have found a man that never pushed me further than I needed to be. A man who stood by my side, carefully and gently guiding me where I needed to go. He never brushed off my concerns or insecurities, instead listened patiently to whatever was on my mind without judgment.
I looked up at him, gazing deeply into his eyes. "I'm afraid that they won't accept me," I murmured quietly, dropping my gaze from his. I turned my attention to the window, watching the traffic move along slowly as we got closer to our destination.
"They already love you, mia Bellezza," he murmured. His words held merit, and I was glad that he hadn't tried to placate me with promises and false truths.
"What if they don't accept me as your fiancé?" I clarified, unable to bring myself to look at him.
"Who's are you, Little One?" he asked softly.
"Yours, Papi," I answered just as quietly.
"Then how could they not accept someone that means more to me than my own life? They just want me to be happy, and if they're the people who I think they are, they'll be overjoyed to welcome you into the family.”
I let his words sink in before nodding, allowing some of my fears to dispel as I continued playing with my ring. The very notion that I could, once again, be part of a family had my breaths coming out a little easier and the butterflies in my stomach calming down.
I turned my eyes back to his, giving him a soft smile. "Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
He leaned forward, cupping my cheek as he kissed my lips softly. "Any time, anything for you," he murmured as the car pulled up next to the curb in front of the restaurant. Our lips lingered for another moment before we reluctantly parted, sliding our coats on before exiting the car.
The air was chilly as we walked the short distance to the restaurant entrance, Edward's hand on the small of my back guiding me quickly and efficiently into the warmth of it. Edward gave the hostess our name as we divested our coats, giving them to a waiting clerk.
"Right this way," the hostess directed, leading us toward a quiet corner where his grandparents were already seated. The next few minutes were filled kisses and hearty 'hellos' that shucked the rest of my nerves before we sat down.
"Isabella and I have news," Edward announced, barely allowing us time to get comfortable before diving right in. He grasped my hand in his under the table, rubbing soothing circles into my knuckles.
"Oh!" Nonna exclaimed happily. "You are...uh...pregnant!”
A hot blush descended on my cheeks, and Edward and I shared a look before he cleared his throat and turned back to his grandparents. "Um, no. Isabella is not pregnant.”
"I don't think we're quite ready for kids yet," I added, watching the disappoint etch itself into Nonna's expression. "Besides, we have years for that.”
Edward beamed at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling as they sparkled. "Yes, we do because...Isabella and I are engaged.”
Nonna's assumption that I was pregnant had softened the news of our engagement somewhat, but it didn't stop her from getting all weepy and fussing over the ring. Nonno barely batted an eyelash, smiling knowingly at Edward as he offered us his sincere congratulations.
He waved over a waiter, demanding champagne to be brought so that we could celebrate the occasion properly.
The relief I felt at their quick acceptance was monumental, the ease and grace in which they congratulated us showed just how happy they were for our impending union. They both claimed to have seen this coming from when we had visited them in the summer, the way we had gravitated around each other saying more than our lips had been able to.
I felt silly for my earlier doubts and fears, but the firm hand resting on my thigh kept me from giving myself too much grief. Neither of us were perfect, and I knew that there would other occasions where he would have to dispel my fears, but I also knew that they were times when I would have to do the same for him.
"Have you told your mother?" Nonno asked, his thick accent masking the severity of the question.
Edward's smile dampened somewhat, his expression turning somber, but he hid it well behind his champagne glass. He sighed and shook his head after taking a sip. "No, we haven't spoken since October," he confided. His grandparents knew about the situation between Edward and his mother, but I could still that they held hope that one day they could reconcile.
"I'll never know what happened to the daughter I raised," Nonna huffed with a shake of her head. The mood had deteriorated with the mention of his mother, but Nonna was quick to pick it back up.
"Well, at least I've gained a granddaughter," she murmured, clasping my hand from across the table.
I flushed slightly, warmth settling in my belly at her words, but was interrupted by Nonno before I could thank her. "Not just you, mia Cara, we both gained a granddaughter.”
"Of course, Ciccino, that is what I meant," she said, waving him off exasperatedly. "My Topolino has finally settled down, and it is all thanks to you, Tesoro.”
Tears welled-up in my eyes at her words, and, for the first time in my life, I felt completely accepted. I brushed them away, joining in with the conversation as the meal progressed, and I was content, in that moment, to revel in the fact that, in the last week, I had gained not only a fiancé, but also a family.
...
My lipstick was smudged around my mouth, my lips swollen from the ferocious kisses he had claimed earlier. Any semblance of the woman who had sat in the restaurant earlier with his grandparents, the fiancé of the Senator, had been ripped away roughly along with my clothes.
My once neatly pinned hair cascaded over my shoulders, messy from where his hands had drove through it, yanking it in whatever direction he pleased. It stuck to me, plastered against my sweaty skin as my hips bucked back into his.
I could feel him hard and throbbing inside me, my walls clutching him tightly as he rocked back and forth. His thrusts were slow and deep, bringing me up to the edge but not letting me fall over. Each plea for more was met with a hand of reprimand on my ass. He gave me what he pleased, what he wished, without thought of my fragile control.
My vision was blurred and unfocused as my chest heaved, rising and falling unsteadily. Blood pulsed and throbbed at the surface of my bruised, reddened ass as heat radiated from my skin. My body trembled as my pussy wept, my juices coating my thighs and dripping down onto the sheets. I felt as though some part of me should have embarrassed by how wet and needy I was, but I was too far gone to give it more than a passing thought.
This was how he wanted me; my body completely surrendered to him in both pain and pleasure. There was no aspect of me that he wasn't in control of, and he played me like a puppet, tugging on my strings while I lay useless beneath him.
My tongue darted out, wetting my dry lips before retreating as I swallowed tightly, my body quivering almost as much as my voice. "Please," I pleaded once more, the word slinking down my spine. The cry that escaped me was wanton and full of yearning as his hand delivered another blow, my body arching back into his touch, wanting more, always more.
I knew as well as he did that as soon as I stopped begging his hand would cease its torture on my flesh, but I couldn't stop myself. A part of me wanted him to spank me, to hurt me, to make me so small and helpless that nothing short of his touch and his words could bring me back.
I wasn't a pain slut by any means, but there were times when I needed to feel the sting of his palm of my ass for no other reason than needing the release it gave me. I was a masochist–there was no denying that–but that didn't mean I enjoyed receiving large amounts of pain.
To me, there was an acute difference between liking pain, wanting it, and needing it. To feel the rush, the release that accompanied the harsh sting that left me tender and sore was what had me leaning back into his touch, begging for more.
The spanking he was giving me wasn't for punishment or for discipline, it was simply because I needed one. I had learned long ago that Edward didn't need much of a reason to spank me. There were times when he spanked me to put me back in my place, to punish me. There were times when he spanked me because I was stressed or feeling down, and there were just times when we both needed the intimacy and connection that spanking gave us.
I keened loudly as he wrapped his hand in my hair before forcibly yanking me back by it. I scrambled up from my elbows to my hands, the shaking in my body becoming more pronounced as my scalp burned. My cries was choked, the salt of my tears slipping between my parted lips as I struggled not to sink completely under. I was a live wire, my body hypersensitive to every brush of his skin against mine, and I loved every minute of it.
"Please, please, please," I chanted desperately, expecting the spanks that were both dreaded and anticipated. Instead, he gave me what I had been pleading for. His thrusts became punishing, spearing me roughly.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his breathing shallow and his voice strained. His grip tightened on my hair as he used it as leverage to yank my head back as far as it would go. My neck strained as small whimpers fell from my lips, and I rocked my hips back, meeting each of his thrusts with ones of my own.
There was not a trace of the gentle yet passionate lovemaking we had indulged in the last few days since his proposal. He was claiming my body like he had in the beginning of our relationship, forcing me to recognize that I belonged to him, that he possessed me completely.
"Yes," I mewled wantonly.
Mercy was absent from his touch as he pounded into me, branding his name into my cervix. I shuddered as he dragged the flat of his tongue up my neck, tasting my skin and sweat as he forced my thighs further apart roughly, giving him more room. His breath was hot and heavy in my ear as he spoke, the words coiling and wrapping around me in a choke hold.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, my dirty little slut? You just wanted Papi to ram his big cock into your tight hole.”
I was writhing and moaning, my body trembling like a leaf as I felt my orgasm build. "Always," I choked out breathlessly. I panted heavily, my lungs squeezing tight as I tried to get an adequate amount of oxygen inside of me.
"I n-need to cum. Pl-please, Papi, let me cum," I begged desperately, tears completely obstructing my view.
"God, I love it when you're all needy and desperate," he muttered. He twisted his hips, angling his cock to hit my g-spot as he continued slamming into me. "Cum, Little One," he ordered. "Cum all over Papi's cock.”
A scream slipped free as my hands clenched the sheets tighter until my knuckles turned white. My muscles constricted and tensed as he continued to invade my body, the walls of my pussy constricting and collapsing around him as more of my juices gushed from my body, dripping down onto his cock and my thighs until I was soiling the sheets.
His fingers flexed in my hair, loosening the tight hold as I soared through the air before spiral down to earth. Colors and lights obstructed my view, and I felt lightheaded. I was vaguely aware of noises around me, but they seemed detached from my body.
It wasn't until he released my hair completely from his grip that my senses began to return to me. My body, boneless and jelloed, slipped forward, and it was only his hands darting to my hips that kept my lower half up. My cheeks pressed against the cool sheets, the slight reprieve from the heat welcome as I tried to focus.
I was so lost, sinking further and further into my mind, floating effortlessly within it.
My heart thumped in my ears, my blood whooshing noisily as I breathed heavily, my eyelids fluttering lazily. I sucked in a sharp breath as he drew his hips back slightly before thrusting back in, his cock still hard and thick inside me. His stamina and endurance seemed endless in that moment as my exhaustion weighed down my body, making it impossible to move.
"Don't you dare fall asleep," he growled, somehow knowing that my orgasm had sucked out all my energy, leaving me weak and tired. "My cock is not done taking what your pussy can give me.”
The walls of my pussy were sensitive as he moved within me, the sound of his thrusts slick as the scent of sex hung heavily in the air around us. I wasn't sure how he continually managed to push me past my limits, yet left me always wanting more.
Even as I tried to fight it, my hips shifted back, rocking back against him, the feel of his hips and pelvis grazing my tender ass doing nothing to deter me. I was captured and bound, not in the physical sense, but in the sense that he owned me wholly and completely.
I knew for certain, that I would be sore when I woke up in the morning, the ghost of his forceful touch lingering in my muscles. His marks would litter my body, dark against my skin as if to highlight his claim to every other man in vicinity.
He moved at a steady pace, not too hard as to irritate my sensitive flesh too much, but enough to give him the friction he needed to find his own release. It was one of the things I loved so much about him; his ability to take from me in what could be considered a selfish way while never forgetting my needs.
I loved how, in our everyday lives, we were able to communicate without words, but when he was inside me, we connected on a whole different level. It was as though we were melded together in our hearts and minds, entwining until we were one.
I shivered as he shifted his stance, dropping his upper half until his chest was pressed against my spine. His hands untangled mine from the sheets, threading his fingers through them as his lips moved to my neck.
I felt as though we were a wave as his hips rocked and mine rolled, our bodies slipping and sliding against each other. We moved in tandem, corresponding silently as breaths quickened and muscles flexed. It amazed how quickly we had gone from fucking like wild animals to making love, all without changing our position.
I could feel the sweat trickling down my body and created a sheen of sweat over my skin. I arched back into him, the curve of my spine fitting perfectly against his chest as I forced myself back onto my elbows. I was shaking, tear tracks on my cheeks as I rested my forehead on the bed.
His hot breath fanned out across my neck, his heavy breaths loud in my ear as his grunts and groans mixed in with them. I was lost, floating within my mind as pleasure rolled over me, pulling me under. I wasn't quite sure how to adequately describe how everything seemed to just disappear, dimming until it all just became a blur.
It was as though we were outside time, suspended high above it as he snaked an arm around my waist, cupping and palming the supple globe of my tit as his thumb swiped over my swollen nipple.
"Edward." I breathed his name as though it was a prayer, tipping my head against his shoulder. My heavy eyelids gave up their fight as they slid fully closed, the feel of him completely surrounding me almost overwhelming.
He tilted his face toward me, his cheek brushing against mine as he lavished me with his attention. Everything hurt, throbbing and aching beneath the surface, yet at the same time felt so good. My emotions went from one end of the spectrum to the other, never settling on one for long.
His love poured over me, seeping through my skin and wrapping around my bones. Tears welled up in my eyes as the ache in my chest intensified and, for a moment, I almost hated him for making me feel like this. Like without him, without his love, there would be nothing. I couldn't even fathom a future without him, there was just blackness, empty, consuming blackness.
I wanted to push him away and tug him closer all at once, to cry and laugh all at once. He scared me, always had and always would, but it wasn't a bad kind of fear. It was the kind of fear that told you to make sure he knew you loved him every day of your life. The kind of fear that made your heart quicken and your breath hitch because it was too much, yet you never wanted any less of it.
It overflowed and spilled over, making every touch and kiss that much more intense. I could barely restrain myself at times, and I found myself insatiable for him, more so than I had ever been before. But the best part was that I knew that he mirrored my feelings exactly. The way his hands would skim over my body, the way he never wanted to let me go. How his eyes would darken, and his eyelids would lower in desire. The way he was as desperate and needy as I was at times.
There was no doubt of his feelings for me because he didn't hide them from me. Even when his mask was in place, and he was stoic, his eyes would always give him away.
"Look at your ring," he demanded breathlessly. My eyes flickered to the glimmering diamonds on my finger, and I felt what was becoming a familiar rush of warmth through me. "My marks may fade, your bruises may heal, but that ring right there is a tangible, permanent mark that everyone can see and know who you belong to, that you're mine."
His words drifted into a growl at the end as he punctuated his words with a harsh thrust.
"Yes!" I screamed, not giving a damn that the people in the hotel rooms on either side of us could hear.
"I need...fuck, Little One, I need..." He couldn't even finish the sentence, he just pulled back, ignoring my weak whine of protest. He eased himself out of me, not allowing me a moment to adjust before he'd flipped me over and pushed back in. I arched my back off the bed in shock, my hands scrambled behind my head, grasping the pillow above it.
I pulled it lower, resting my head back on it as I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to mine. I looked up at him from under my heavy-lidded eyelids, just taking in the taut, sweaty muscles as they contracted and shifted. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me down as his rocked his hips back and forth. His pelvis rubbed against my clit as he moved, his face a picture of tortured ecstasy.
He lowered his body down until I could feel him pressed fully against me. My tits were crushed against his chest, and I was helpless to do anything but stare up at him. His thrusts became more erratic and uneven as he neared his release, his body tensing and coiling. There was nothing more beautiful to me than watching him in the throes of an orgasm, and tonight was no different.
His body stiffened, freezing, and his muscles clenched tightly as all the pent of lust gathered together and the pressure rose. The tremors would start slowly before they turned to shudders as he exhaled noisily, releasing the tight grip he had on his control. His face slackened and his eyes rolled back into his head as he cursed and groaned, my name mixed in with them. His hips rolled forward as he milked his orgasm, drawing it out longer as he pulsed, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside me.
It lasted a while, the length he had held it off making it more powerful. He collapsed on top of me, his arms giving out as his limbs loosened.
He was a dead weight on top of me as he tried to catch his breath and coordinate his limbs enough to roll off me. "Sorry," he grunted between pants as he, after a few moments, pulled out and flopped beside me. I honestly didn't mind him lying on me as much as I used to, now able to relish in the comfort of his weight. Any more than a minute, though, and I'd become uncomfortable and try to push him off. He usually got the message, so it never was a big problem.
"Fuck!" I groaned, trying to move my legs. My thighs burned, and I was raw and tender, a clear sign that I needed a long bath to help relax my tense muscles. We lay quietly for a while, neither of us moving to speak as we cooled down and got our bearings straight.
Eventually, Edward wandered into the bathroom to start a bath, knowing without asking that I was sore. We settled in the hot water, my back nestled against his chest and his legs on either side of my body. "So, I belong to you, huh?" I teased, leaning my head on his shoulder as his arms snaked around my waist.
"Uh huh, all rights reserved," he responded.
I laughed quietly. "You're such a chauvinistic bastard," I accused playfully.
"And yet you still love me," he murmured back, tilted his head down to brush his lips with mine.
"It's one of the reasons I do love you," I corrected.
He chuckled lowly. "Good to know. What are the other reasons?”
"Hmm, well, there's your dashing good looks, your dominant personality. There's the way you possess me completely and let everyone know it with the marks you leave, and let's not forget your cock that can make a grown woman cry," I told him.
His eyes sparkled with humor. "Really? Well, those are some pretty good reasons, but I know a way that you can inflate my ego a bit more than you already have.”
"Really?" I asked as he grazed his nose against mine, rubbing it up and down.
"Uh huh, will you do me the honor of taking my name once we're married?" he asked.
I was a little surprised by his question, thinking that it had been obvious, but apparently, it was something I had to share with him. "Mrs. Cullen does have a nice ring to it." I told him with a grin. "There isn't a doubt in my mind that I want your last name, and no one can convince me otherwise. I want to be yours in every way, and that includes taking your name, Papi.”
"Thank you," he said simply, though I could see the emotions swirling in his eyes.
"Anytime, anything for you," I said, repeating his earlier words.
"Forever," he murmured, taking my lips into a heated kiss and ending all conversation. Not that I was complaining.
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Bellezza = Beauty.
mia Cara = My Dear.
Ciccino = Darling.
Topolino = Little Mouse.
Tesoro = My Treasure.
AN: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, even though it took a while to create the perfect scene for it. Thanks for reading!
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