She moaned, reaching for me.
I obliged and slammed my lips against hers, both of us kissing roughly. I growled as she nipped my lip and only pumped into her harder and faster.
“I-I’m-I’m going to come. Oh my g-god.” She shook violently, her nails digging painfully deep into my skin as I came with her. Goosebumps rushed along my skin as I emptied my cock in her pussy.
Slowly, we came down, and I kissed her deeply.
“Ti amo. Ti amo, Indigo,” I whispered against her soft lips. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she answered before kissing me again, her fingers in my hair.
It had been so long since I’d felt these feelings that I could not stop the tear that slipped down my cheek. Admitting I was lost in her had been a revelation. It terrified me.
She kissed away the tear as she cradled my face.
“I could keep kissing you forever,” I murmured between soft kisses.
“I want you to.”
I leveled my body over hers, our tongues tangling.
Forever was looking damn good.
But fuck, was I terrified.
35
MATTEO
Iwent upstairs to Bianca’s room as was my nightly routine. We’d grown closer over the last few weeks, and it felt normal to visit her, even if sometimes she didn’t have much to say. On those nights, we’d simply sit and watch TV together.
I opened her door to find her living quarters empty. Frowning, I went to her bathroom and knocked on the door. The sound of her shower going let me know she was likely inside.
“Bianca?” I called out. “Are you well?”
“H-Help,” she choked out.
Immediately, I opened the door and stepped inside to find her naked on the floor of the shower, curled into a ball.
I rushed to her, turned off the water, and grabbed a towel.
“Did you fall?” I demanded. The babies could be hurt if she did.
“N-No… I-I think I’m in labor. It hurts.” Her small body trembled as I draped the towel over her.
“OK.” I pulled my phone out and dialed the doctor. The moment he answered, I started talking. “I think Bianca is in labor.”
“How far apart are the contractions?”
“Bianca, about how far are your contractions?”
“F-Few minutes. Like e-eight or nine. I think.”
I repeated her words into the phone.
“She needs to go in. That is the plan still?”
I eyed her. “Yes. That’s the plan.”
