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“Who said I was a maiden?” Gabby closed her eyes for a second, allowing the sun to wash over her face, the corners of her lips curving up slightly into a smile.

“You didn’t have to say it,” Alessandro said. “I could feel it in your kiss.” Or rather the lack of it.

Her stomach sank down to her toes and she opened her eyes again, the corners of her lips falling. “Was it so terrible?”

Of course it hadn’t been.

“Not terrible. Inexperienced. I could taste it on your skin.”

“That’s ridiculous. Inexperience doesn’t have a flavor.”

He grabbed hold of her arm again, turned her to face him, drawing her closely toward him. Rather than speeding up, this time her heart stopped beating altogether.

He lowered his head slightly, then reached up, sliding his thumb along the edge of her lip. “Yes, Gabriella, inexperience absolutely has a flavour. And on your lips there was also innocence and wildflowers. I did not mistake the taste of any of that.”

The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize

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