Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
When Luca unearthed the “apparent” mishap at the clinic, he wanted to come forward, but Valeria convinced him Giovanni wanted the procedure done as it occurred. Understandably, he was too fearful to go against a man as powerful as Giovanni.
That all changed when he saw me on my deathbed.
“Does that mean?” I take a breather when my voice cracks. If I cry, my mother will wake. She has a knack for knowing when her child is hurting.
As much as I love her, I don’t want her comfort right now.
Giovanni’s presence is more than enough.
It’s overwhelming in the best and worst ways when his fingers brush my cheek before sliding down to cradle my stomach. His touch is gentle and reverent, and when he speaks, the world stops spinning.
“It means this”—he cradles my stomach before his thumb moves in slow circles over my skin—“is ours. As it has always been.”
As his words ring on repeat in my head, everything fades until it’s just us and the God-honest truth.
I’m finally home.
EPILOGUE
VALENTINA
Six months later…
Pleasure spreads from the center of my core and sprouts outward until it tingles in my toes and the roots of my hair with one teasing lick of Giovanni’s tongue. He draws my clit into his mouth as he slides two fingers inside me. I clamp the walls of my vagina around him, welcoming the invasion. It feels so good. Having him inside me in any way is pure heaven.
A needy moan parts from my lips when he furls his fingers and milks the sweet spot inside me. My noises are desperate and needy, and they spur on Giovanni.
He eats me for a few hungry minutes before he adds brightness to the stars blistering in front of my eyes.
“Mmm, I smell so good in you.”
The very second his nose hits the opening of my pussy, I shudder. My climax is brutal and fierce. It shakes my limbs from head to toe and wholly obliterates me.
I teeter between semi-consciousness and unconsciousness when Giovanni’s hot breaths batter my aching pussy. “One more.”
The bunched-up sheets make a mess of my hair when I shake my head.
That’s my third orgasm this morning. I’ve got no gas left in the tank.
When I say that to Giovanni, he peers up at me and sardonically raises a brow.
“I… Oh, God.” The change-up in my sentence is from Giovanni’s determination to prove me wrong. He kisses, licks, and sucks at my pussy until pleasure coils in my stomach and then releases.
I cry out as a climax slams into me as brutally as a tsunami crashing to shore.
I’ve barely emerged from the clouds when Giovanni hooks my ankle and drags me down the mattress. Dark hair spills over my shoulders when he flips me over, then arches my back until his fat cock sits in the seam of my ass.
“Mmm,” he murmurs again when I grind against him. “Tempting, dolcezza. Very fucking tempting.” With his hand wrapped around his cock like a protective barrier, he notches the head of his cock into my ass. Not a lot. Just the tip. “But since your pussy will be out of commission for weeks in two short months, I think I’ll save your ass for another day.”
“My ass will be out of commission then, too. Remember?”
My clit feels his groan when he wipes the swollen tip of his cock with the damp towel he usually cleans me up with, before he slowly enters me. My moan tells him how much I love it when he goes slow. His gentle side is a rare treat I think will become more frequent when our child arrives in a little over two months.
One of our little sesame seeds held on for dear life. It made it through an attempted murder, two operations, and severe hyperemesis gravidarum. And for every setback, Giovanni was at my side, supporting me.
The doctors warned him I’d most likely miscarry before reaching twelve weeks, yet his support never waned. He was adamant that even if I was diagnosed as infertile, he wasn’t going anywhere. His stance made me fall in love with him more than I ever thought possible.
He worships me, both in and out of the bedroom, and I can’t wait to see how much our dynamic improves when we become parents.
It’s done wonders for Dante, so I don’t see it being much different for Giovanni.
A familiar tingle builds low in my core when Giovanni reaches between my legs and finds my clit. He toys with my clit and rocks in and out of my overstuffed pussy.
“You feel so good, dolcezza.”
I try to reply, but I can’t. It’s too surreal. Not just for my body, but for my heart as well.
Our coupling was so fast and chaotic it should have crashed and burned within weeks, but here we are, months later, still living the dream.