“Look at you, mondo mia,” he praises, “Being such a good girl for me.” “Wh – what does that mean?” I manage to stutter out. “Mondo mia?” he says, pressing a kiss to my spine, “It means ‘my world’.” Tears sting my eyes at the translation. “You are safe with me.” “I know, Gabriel,” I admit. “I’ve always known.” He bends himself over my spine, his hardness pressing against me, “It warms my heart to hear that.”
