His hands moved lower, cupping my thighs and lifting me into him. I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the thick length of him pressing against my core, already aching for him.
I arched under him, my breasts straining against the thin fabric of my nightgown. His gaze darkened, a wicked smirk curving his lips. With agonizing slowness, he pushed the hem of my gown up, revealing my thighs, the curve of my hips, and the faint swell of my belly.
Heat rushed to my face, but I didn’t look away. I met his gaze with one of my own—bold, unafraid.
“Touch me, Vittorio,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “Show me what it means to be yours.”
He didn’t wait.
His fingers slid between my thighs, finding me wet and wanting. I gasped as he sank one finger inside, then another, his thumb circling my clit in an unrelenting rhythm that made my hips jerk against him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked. “So ready for me.”
Pleasure coiled in my belly, sharp and hot. “Please,” I begged. “I need you. Now.”
He growled in answer, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound that made me shiver. In seconds, his clothes were gone—his suit forgotten in a crumple on the floor. When he loomed over me, naked and powerful, I sucked in a shaky breath.
All hard muscle, dark hair, and sinful perfection.
“Spread your legs for me, Bella,” he said, voice like gravel dragged over silk.
I obeyed.
He knelt between my thighs, teasing me with slow, maddening strokes at my entrance until I whimpered. Then he thrust forward, burying himself in one long, powerful motion.
I cried out, my nails clawing at his back as he filled me completely.
“Ride me,” he ordered, hips snapping up in a brutal rhythm.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and met each thrust with one of my own, moving with him, for him. The bed shook beneath us, the headboard thudding against the wall in time with every desperate moan. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, faster.
“Harder,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes blazed, and he gave me everything.
Raw. Wild. Perfect.
The pressure built fast, unbearable in its intensity.
“Come for me, Sophie,” he growled. “Let me feel you lose control.”
I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me, wave after blinding wave. I screamed his name, my body clenching as I fell apart in his arms. He followed with a hoarse curse, his body jerking as he spilled into me, anchoring himself deep.
We collapsed together, our breaths ragged, our hearts racing.
For a long moment, there was only silence. The tangle of limbs, the sweat-slick heat of our bodies, and the certainty that, for once, the world outside couldn’t touch us.
Vittorio’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest.
I curled into him, fingers trailing soft patterns on his skin, my lips pressed to the place where his heart still pounded.
“We’ll make it work,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “For our child. For us. A fresh start—away from all this.”
A smile bloomed on my lips as I breathed him in.
“Together,” I whispered. “Always.”
