"Fuck, my little tigress," he grits his teeth as he sinks into me slowly, inch by inch.
We both moan at the sensation, our mouths fused to one another. He holds me close to his chest as he pushes in all the way, settling deep inside me.
Staring into each other's eyes, he thrusts into me slowly, and I feel every bit of him as he completes me. His hand is stroking my cheek, his thumb parting my lips and sneaking inside.
I suck it into my mouth, all the while not taking my eyes off him.
I don't know if it's the pregnancy emotions that are simply out of control, but feeling him so deep inside causes me to tear up. I make to avert my face, embarrassed by this sudden outburst.
"Shh, baby girl. I'm here with you." His hands keep my headin place, his gaze unwavering. "Let it all out." His tone is gentle, and somehow it all crashes down.
I wrap my hands around his neck, my heels digging into his ass as I urge him on.
The tears flow freely as my entire body is flooded with love—for him and for our baby.
"Ah, Enzo…" I start before I can stop myself, "how I wish you wereallmine." Unrequited love and longing imbue my words with hopelessness.
"I am, little tigress. All yours," he replies, his lips trailing around my cheek, kissing the tears away.
"I wish I could believe you," I whisper, a tight lump forming in my chest.
"Trust me." His fingers grasp my ass, impaling me with a hard thrust. "You have all of me." He lays his forehead on top of mine, his hips still pumping in and out of me.
I feel the moment nearing, and I grab on to his shoulders, holding him close and absorbing the meaning of his words.
I really wish I could believe him.
But I don't.
My entire body convulses as I come around him, tears still leaking from my eyes. My pussy grips him tightly, and he soon follows, spilling himself inside me.
On a ragged breath, the euphoria of the orgasm makes him whisper sweet words in my ear.
I hold on to those words, clinging to a hopeless hope that nonetheless still exists in my heart.
Wretched is the one who loves but can never be loved back.
Even as I know his words to be a lie, I accept them. I'll remain in my shackles as I watch the shadowy illusions play on the wall, and somehow I'll make myselfbelievethey're true.
Because the alternative is a long, suffocating death of my soul.
40
ALLEGRA
Surprisingly,Enzo continues to amaze me. After our late-night kitchen adventure, he started learning how to bake the perfect cake, and he loves to surprise me now and then with a new recipe.
I never saw it coming, but we've settled into a comfortable routine. He spends most of his time at home with me, only going to work when he's called in for an emergency.
We resumed our library sessions, and with time, I started loosening up around him.
I'm still a bit wary of him and his intentions, but I'm trying to enjoy my pregnancy.
"Look at our little one," he says, looking lovingly at the sonogram and tracing the features of our baby with his fingers.
"I can't believe we're having a boy," he whispers, almost reverently.
"I knew from the start," I tease. From the beginning, I said I wanted a boy while he'd shared that he wanted a girl.
