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She laughs softly. “We’re no match. I think we would be the death of each other, Nico.”
I hum and take one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, enjoying her sigh of pleasure. My desire for her is always intense—demanding. But going slow like this, sitting under the warm water and steam…it’s nice. More than nice. I want to do this often, especially when she’s pregnant.
Sybil, pregnant.I smile at that and press her against the shower wall, kissing back up her throat and grinding my cock against her perfect pussy.
“Oh,” she gasps a little and then laughs. “Shower sex, hmm?”
“Everywhere sex.”
She laughs again and then moans along with me when I push her up enough to slide her onto my length. Sybil’s legs wrap around me, pulling me closer and deeper. I growl at the sensation of her clenching around me and begin thrusting slowly. I want to pound into her and make her scream and moan uncontrollably as I have over the last few days—but no. This is a sweet moment. I want to make this last and hear her sweet little whispers.
Being with her like this is more than just fucking. It’s soothing. I didn’t know how badly I needed her until her lips find mine and we kiss and fuck for long stretches, panting and clutching at each other’s wet bodies.
It goes on long enough that the shower starts to run out of hot water, and my water heating system is nothing to sniff at. Sybil laughs breathlessly as I turn it off and carry her out, still inside her.
“We’re going to get the bed wet,” she warns as I lay her down.
I press forward to bury myself deeper into her again, eliciting a little cry from her. “So?”
“So, we’ll be sleeping in a—a puddle,” she whimpers as my pace increases.
“So?”
“So—"
I silence her with a needy kiss. I don’t care about the fucking bed. I don’t care about anything but right now, with her. This moment with Sybil makes the last four years—and the rest of my life—blur into a background I can ignore. I can forget that I’m supposed to be The Undertaker. I can be the same man I was when I met her, back when she stole my heart with a laugh and broke it with her terrified tears.
Sybil gasps and swears, breaking the kiss and arching against me as she comes undone. I find my release at the same time, pushing my cock deep and moaning against her throat.
“Dio sopra, ti amo fottutamente,” I breathe.
After a few seconds of both of us catching our breath, she sleepily mumbles, “I’m seriously going to make a ‘no Italian’ rule with you. What did you say?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I kiss her cheek and pull out of her, turning on my side to tuck her against my chest.
Spooning. It’s another thing I haven’t done much of with women, never seeing the point. With Sybil, it’s indescribably pleasant.
She sighs softly. “Yes. Duh. That’s why I asked.”
“Go to sleep.”
“You go to sleep. You’re the one who looked so freaking tired earlier,” she yawns.
I pull the covers over us, adjusting the pillows. Sybil protests until I press her back against me, comfortable and content.
“Why was your day so bad?” she wonders out loud, but her words are a little slurred.
I trace her shoulder with one finger, shutting my eyes. “Doesn’t matter now. You can pester me about it tomorrow. Just sleep.”
She hums like she wants to argue. Of course, she does. Sybil always wants to argue. But she slips off into sleep, and I watch the way her side rises and falls. It feels incredible to just hold her. She’s naked and vulnerable and…trusts me like this.
I smile and brush some of her wet hair away from her face.Il mio crudele tesorina—my cruel little darling. I haven’t felt like this—been truly happy like this—in a very long time, aside from the day I met her. That day was a blip of light followed by the darkest shadow, but it broke up years of feeling lost and hopeless.
I shouldn’t let Sybil change me like this, but I’m done fighting it. She’s here, and I need her to stay. Just the idea of her turning tail and running from me as she did then…
I pull her tighter against me. No. No matter what she says, this is more than just a contract for a baby. I knew deep down that it’s always been more. She won’t just be the mother of my child.
She’ll be mine.
