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"Strip," I order her, my voice firmer than I'd intended.
She doesn't let my harsh tone dissuade her. Marzia turns around, allowing me to unzip her dress. The dress falls off her shoulders, pooling at her feet and exposing her olive-toned skin. She looks fucking stunning. I can't help but look for signs of her pregnancy on her body, but I find none. It's probably too early to tell... and as desperate as I am to see her belly expanding as my child grows inside her, it's too soon for that.
I vow to myself to spend as much time as I possibly can with Marzia throughout this pregnancy. I need to be there for her. I want to be there for her.
My fingertips glide over her skin. I've become so familiar with her body, I've already committed every inch of her to memory.
With a start, I realize I'll never be able to settle for anyone who isn't Marzia. She's the one I want, the one I crave, the one I can't imagine a life without. Pursing my lips, I comb my fingers through her glossy locks and wrap an arm around her waist.
"Are you going to hurt me?" she asks softly.
"No," I mutter. "Not today."
"Why not?"
I weigh up my words. She's going to question why I'm not fucking her harder from now on, but I can't bring myself to be rough with her, not anymore, not knowing she's pregnant. "You don't get to ask that," I state firmly, going with the easiest solution. "Go to your bedroom. Wait for me on all fours on the bed."
She obeys.
I wait a few moments to gather myself. The knowledge of what's going to happen is weighing heavily on me and I know I'm going to have to deal with this news one way or another. But there's just one thing I know for sure—my wedding with Nicoletta won't happen. It can't, not now. I smirk to myself.
Shrugging off my blazer, I walk into the bedroom where she's waiting in the position I told her to. Her body looks irresistible and I groan, ripping my shirt off as I approach her. Buttons fly everywhere. My fingers actually fucking shake as I unzip my pants and pull out my rock hard cock. I position it at her entrance, but I'm gentle this time, gentler than I've ever been before.
I'll have to tell Marzia soon, of course. But not yet. I want to keep her as my innocent plaything a little while longer. I'll tell her when she leaves, when I ensure I'll be able to join her soon and raise our child together.
"Adrian..." she breathes beneath me, body squirming in an effort to get closer to me. "It's been too long, fuck me, I don't want to wait any longer."
"No," I hiss. "We're doing things differently today."
She turns to look at me over her shoulder with a disappointed expression just as I push my cock into her dripping pussy. She lets out a moan, and her eyes light up. She's so ridiculously fucking happy when I'm inside her.
Something warm grows in my chest. Is this love? It sure feels like it. I've never felt this way before, and as confusing as the emotion is, I find myself addicted to it already.
I start fucking her. I don't put my hands on her throat, don't pull on her hair, and don't spank her tight little ass even though her body is practically begging for it. Instead, I take it slow, driving my cock inside her with painfully slow, torturous thrusts that makes Marzia breathe my name over and over again, as if she's saying a prayer.
I want to take my time at first, but I'm too caught up in the moment, too eager to fill her again and claim her as my possession.
I thrust in and out of her, my cock growing bigger, my balls tightening, as we both get closer and closer to a release.
Marzia's whimpering, stuck on the edge of pleasure with no way out unless I tell her she's allowed the orgasm that's already clawing at her sanity.
"You want to come?" I whisper in her ear, pushing her hair over one shoulder.
"Yes! Please!"
"How badly?" I demand. "Tell me exactly how badly and maybe, I'll let you."
"Adrian, please," she whimpers. "Let's come together..."
Her words are too fucking tempting, pushing me even closer to the edge. I wanted to prolong this, to make the sweet moment last as long as I could. But this only proves to me what I already knew. I'm a man, and she’s a woman…this is the most primal act of claiming her body for my own. I'm not going to stop. I'm going to pump her full of my seed and leave her dripping. I'm done fucking resisting. I'm making her mine one last time.
