I taste her until she’s writhing beneath me, her fingers fisted in my hair, her thighs trembling. She comes apart on my tongue with a cry that makes my cock throb with need.
But I don’t stop. I keep going, driving her higher, making her come again until she’s sobbing my name.
“Please,” she gasps. “Cristiano, I can’t take any more.”
I’m only wearing boxer briefs, and I shove them down as quickly as I can manage, ignoring the tenderness in my side.
“You can.” I move up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. “You can take everything I give you.”
I push inside her in one long, slow thrust and we both moan as the desperate ache to be together is filled.
Perfect.
She’s perfect.
Tight and wet and mine.
I start to move, slow at first, savoring every sensation. The way she clenches around me. The way her nails dig into my back. The soft sounds she makes with each thrust. But need quickly overtakes restraint, and I’m pounding into her, claiming her, marking her as mine with every brutal stroke.
My midsection aches, but I don’t care. My need for her is stronger than pain.
“I love you,” I groan against her neck. “God, Mina, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Her voice breaks on the words. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I was afraid. Even when I ran, I never stopped loving you.”
The confession sends pleasure flooding through me, so intense it’s almost painful. I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss and fuck her harder, deeper, until we’re both gasping.
I’m close. So close. But I force myself to slow down and make this last.
My hand slides between us to circle her clit. “Never run from me again, Mina. Never forget who you belong to.”
Mina nods urgently, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “I won’t, Cristiano. I love you. I love—”
She breaks off with a cry, her whole body convulsing around me, and the sensation drags me over the edge with her. I come hard, burying myself as deep as I can go, filling her up with everything I have.
We’re both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I can’t bring myself to pull out. There’s a dull throbbing in my midsection, a small price to pay for all this pleasure.
Mina’s arms are wrapped around my neck. “We didn’t use protection again.”
I feel myself smile, and I kiss her throat. With a thrust of my hips, I push myself a little deeper into her. “Why would we? You’re going to be my wife.”
My wife.
How I love saying that out loud.
I’m fantasizing about the beautiful ring I’m going to slide onto her finger when I realize that Mina’s staring at the ceiling with a faraway look in her eyes. She’s frowning slightly as though performing mental arithmetic.
“Mina?”
Her arms tight around my neck. “Cristiano. I just realized something.”
“You have?”
Mina’s eyes are very wide. “I haven’t had my period since before Leon got sick.”
I go very still. “What?”
“Not since before we slept together at your casino. I’ve been so stressed and worried that I didn’t notice, but I should have had two periods by now.” She tries to sit up, but I’m on top of her. “I need to ask Adora for a pregnancy test. I need to find out if—”
