His mouth traced down my neck, my collarbone, lower. Worshiping every inch with lips and tongue and gentle teeth.
I arched into him, hands tangling in his hair. "Cesare—"
"I've got you," he promised. "I'm going to make you forget everything except this. Except us."
His hands mapped my body with increasing urgency—the curve of my hip, the swell of my breast, the bump where our daughter grew.
"I need you," I breathed. "Please. I need to feel you. Need to know this is real."
He positioned himself carefully, mindful of the pregnancy. Side-lying, his body curved around mine, one hand spreading protectively over my belly.
"Tell me if anything hurts," he said.
"It won't. I need this. Need you."
He entered me slowly, carefully, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
There was none. Just relief. Completion. Connection.
"God, I missed this," he groaned. "Missed you."
"Then don't be gentle. I need you. All of you."
Something shifted in his expression. The careful control cracked. His grip tightened on my hip, pulling me harder against him. His rhythm increased, each thrust deeper, more demanding.
"Is this what you need?" His voice was rough, graveled with desire barely leashed. "Tell me what you need."
"More. Harder. Make me forget everything except you."
He complied, his hand sliding from my belly to between my legs, fingers finding exactly where I needed him.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I did. His gray eyes burned into mine, intense and possessive and full of everything he couldn't say.
"You're mine," he growled. "Say it."
"Yours. Always yours."
"And I'm yours. No one else's. Just yours."
The declarations wrapped around us like vows. More binding than the ones we'd said in that church months ago.
These were real. Chosen. Ours.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. His fingers worked in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, his body knowing exactly what I needed.
"Cesare—I'm close—"
"Come for me," he demanded. "Let me feel it."
The orgasm crashed through me, stealing my breath, making me cry out his name.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, my name a prayer on his lips.
We collapsed together, hearts pounding, breathing ragged.
For long moments, neither of us moved. Just held each other, feeling the proof of life in racing pulses and trembling muscles.
