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But she was right.
I kissed her lips to drink her words and drove into her harder. All of her moans were mumbled by the kiss, but I could feel her body under me; I could feel her cunt clenching around me. She was close.
She was going to come just for me.
I wanted to feel it. I pulled back to watch it, hear it. I needed it like a drug. Seeing her come made me feel like a man who can love a woman so easily. Love Priscilla so easily.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Antonio,” she cried out so sweetly, and she started coming. It was such a sight that I couldn’t hold myself. I fucked her harder, chasing my own release.
As I came roaring inside of her, I pulled her naked body towards mine. I hated that I was still clothed. I hated that I couldn’t feel her skin against mine. I bit and kissed her neck, her shoulder.
When I filled her up to the brim, I went down to my knees, still holding her, still buried deep. I buried my face into her hair. “You are not nothing to me,” I whispered. Her arms and legs tightened around me. “You are my everything.”
“Antonio,” she started, but I didn’t let her.
I caressed her hair and pressed her more to me. “Because you always make me feel, and it is not a lie. Even though no one believes it, it is the truth.” I felt the back of my eyes burning. “You make me feel.”
Salvatore’s words were bullshit, and whatever the fuck this game was, I was too far gone to win it.
Luckily, I didn’t mind losing, if I got to have her.
Chapter 32
Priscilla
I looked at the ceiling lazily. I was not sleeping a lot for a few days. Last night Antonio got enough and decided to fuck me until all I could do was sleep. It was very cute of him to think of me like that.
I smiled at the memory. After our intense sex in the living room a week ago, we almost fucked every night, but yesterday was the first time he decided to be a little rougher than usual. I told him it was okay, and I actually enjoyed it that night.
The second he commanded me to strip, I knew something was wrong. Our sex life was not boring, and it was quite normal for him to do a scene, but his voice was off. Everything about him was off. I knew something had happened because he didn’t immediately come home to take care of me. I knew he needed to let go.
I let him. I knew he was not going to hurt me. I wanted to do whatever he needed from me.
The way he held me afterward was so intimate. It felt deeper than everything we had ever shared. I could feel him let go. I could feel him accept who he was under all those walls.
Antonio didn’t want to talk about what happened or what he felt. He only told me he had a talk with Salvatore, and he was not planning to do it again until he apologized to me. It was sweet, but I could tell there was more. I asked him what he felt. I asked him if our grave visit triggered his response.
Instead of replying, he got into his knees and started licking me between my legs until I was too wrapped up in pleasure to ask further. He distracted me, and I let him. It was something I didn’t enjoy a lot about our relationship, but I had to give him a pass. It was already too much for him. I didn’t want to make it harder.
I decided to focus on the sweet things. We were good. We never talked about his feelings and how I made him feel, but our life was good. I was happy. I didn’t even have much time to think about my fight with Mia and Salvatore.
Bella texted me to tell me Mia was not angry at me, but she was just a little sad. She told me Mia needed time.
I needed time as well.
Since I didn’t want to make Bella choose between us, I didn’t invite her anywhere. I started a sign-language course, so I will have a reason to leave home. It was going well, but I didn’t have any friends there. I was good at adapting to situations, but I found it hard to befriend strangers on my own.
I only had Antonio, Dario, and Apollo to spend my time with.
And also Kira, if face-time counted.
I leaned over to the side table to check the time. I wanted to call her. The movement made something spill out of me, and I froze. I was entirely naked from the morning sex we had before Antonio left. It was very normal that things were spilling out of me, but there was something else on my mind. I reached between my legs and touched my opening. Of course, my hand came back wet, but there was no sign of blood.
More than two months without my period. No bleeding since my miscarriage.
When I missed my normal cycle, I didn’t even think about it. Mostly because thinking made me sad and also because I thought it was normal to get my period a little later. Yet I knew it could be something else.
My OBGYN confirmed that the miscarriage didn’t leave permanent damage. I was still very fertile.
