GIOVANNI
Valentina’s back bends harshly when I drag my nose down the drenched folds of her pussy and my approving growl rumbles through her core. I love how her scent is changing more and more each day. It’s growing in strength like our child is in her stomach.
It’s been a week since she cracked my world open with two short words.
I’m pregnant.
I’ve replayed her confession so many times it’s imprinted on my skull. It will never fade.
I also can’t stop searching her body for new curves I know are still months away.
Valentina’s maternal instincts are just as vehement. I don’t think she realizes how often she does it, but she rests her hand on her stomach a minimum of three times a day. She’s already protecting what’s inside.Ourchild.
The beating of my heart is as loud as a world-famous drummer performing a rock ballad. I’ve spent years living in a world where nothing lasts. Now there’s this. A future that’s ours for the taking.
I can’t wait to shout my triumph so boisterously that the stone walls of Carlisle shake, but I have a few more months left to wait.
Until Valentina reaches the safe zone, I have to keep the news in our little bubble.
I don’t mind. The world hasn’t earned the right to savor our bliss with us just yet.
Excluding visiting Valentina’s mother each evening, we haven’t left our room all week. I didn’t want to, and there was no real need to leave. The maids slip in with trays of food we only consume to keep our strength up enough not to pass out, and my brothers toss treats through the door like we’re wild animals they’re trying to tame.
The fantasy comes to an end this morning, though. Valentina has a meeting with her mother’s medical team at 10 a.m., and I have another beast to break in at 9.
My father must not know how close I came to killing Valeria. If he did, he would have requested a meeting days ago. I think he’s hopeful Valentina’s attention has dampened my wish for revenge enough that he can revive the storm that nearly destroyed our legacy without needing to buy a raincoat.
If the heart trekking through my veins is anything to go by, he’s on the money.
I’m no longer hungry for vengeance or for a war. I’m starved for the scrumptious palette of Valentina’s greedy cunt when she shivers through back-to-back orgasms.
The reminder sees me stuffing two fingers inside her wet pussy and replacing my thumb with my tongue.
All it takes is one swipe of my tongue over her nervy bud, and she fists the bedding in a white-knuckled hold. As her moans bounce around our room, her toes dig into the mattress and her expression shifts from turmoil-filled to satisfied.
I wait for the stars to finish detonating before I slap down her hips and continue my pre-breakfast workout.
My thumb and tongue work in sync to drive her to the brinkwhile my fingers pump in and out of her in a steady, controlled rhythm.
Her lusty eyes never leave mine when she crumples under my touch only minutes later.
I love the way her eyes spark with adoration and her skin mists with sweat as she shakes through a brutal climax. I could come just from the way my name tumbles from her pouty, kiss-bruised lips, but it still isn’t enough.
I can’t get enough.
I’m hungry for her taste. Her smell.
Starved of anything to do with her.
I crave her more than my lungs crave air, and I eat her exactly like that.
“Vanni…Fuck.”
Valentina pushes on my shoulders as if she’s endeavoring to get away from me when her world shatters for the second time this morning.
Her silent request for clemency is a lie.
If she truly wanted me to slow down, she wouldn’t have called me Vanni.
