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"I'm close," I whisper.

"Come for me, Blair." He speeds up a little, just enough to push me over the edge. "Come on my cock, dolcezza."

God, I love when he talks to me like that, so demanding, so possessive.

I fly apart, my body arching, my cries filling the room as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

He follows me, groaning my name, his hips stuttering, and I feel the warmth of his cum deep inside me.

He collapses against me, careful of my stomach, and buries his face in my neck. His body is heavy, hot, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close, never wanting to let him go.

We lie like that for a long time, our breathing slowly returning to normal, the sun streaming through the windows, illuminating the room in a golden glow.

He lifts his head, and I blink up at him.

"Hi," he whispers.

"Hi."

He kisses me, a slow, sweet kiss that's full of everything we feel for each other.

"I love you," he says against my lips. "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it."

I smile. "Good. Because I really love hearing it."

He laughs, the sound vibrating through my body, and I kiss him again.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his expression serious. "Really?"

"I'm perfect," I say, and I mean it. "I'm more than perfect."

He studies my face for a moment, then smiles, a genuine, happy smile that lights up his entire face.

"Me too," he says.

I don't want to move. I want to stay here, in this bed, with this man, forever. The world outside can wait.

But my stomach chooses that moment to growl, loudly.

Diego raises an eyebrow. "Someone's hungry."

I laugh. "Blame your child. I have a feeling this baby is going to have your appetite."

"Good," he says, kissing my forehead. "He’ll need it. He’s a Conti."

I trace a finger over his jaw. "What do we do now?"

"Well," he says, rolling onto his side and pulling me into his arms. "First, I'm going to feed you. Then, I'm going to make love to you again. And after that... I'm going to feed you again, then..."

I dissolve into laughter, burying my face in his chest. "You're ridiculous."

"You love me for it."

"I do," I say, tilting my head back to look at him. "I really, really do."

My heart is so full it feels like it might burst. This is it. This is the happiness I never let myself believe I could have.

I look at the man I love, at the father of my child, at the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with.