Chapter 33
“Caterina, how I’ve missed you,” Santo murmured, his deep voice reverberating in his chest and echoing off the cool walls of the wine cave. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her close.
She had asked Santo to meet her in the cave where she knew they could have a few moments alone, far from curious glances or prying eyes. She had ached for him—longed to feel his muscular arms around her, loving her, desiring her, just once more. Santo was the light in her soul. Without him, her world would soon dim.
She succumbed to the warmth of his skin on hers and the ardor in his vibrant eyes, which blazed with love for her. He teased her lips with his tongue, and she responded, her heart breaking as she recalled their interlude in Paris.
Once she revealed their blood rel
