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“Ask me nicely, bella.”
“Please lick my pussy and let me come on your tongue, Master.”
Drake forced three fingers inside of her while his tongue went to work on her clit again. He didn’t know if it was minutes or hours by the time she begged him to stop. He lost track after her fifth orgasm and kicked himself for not demanding she count.
When he was done, he kissed her long and deep. All his filthy promises went out the window as she winced when he entered her again.
“I’m going to make you feel every inch of my love. Look into my eyes, Alessandra.”
She obeyed, looking up at him with shimmering emeralds. He loved her with slow, long, and deep strokes. The familiar tingle began at the base of his spine, telling him his release was imminent.
“Ask me for my cum, wife. Ask me to put my baby in your belly,” he whispered.
“Please give me your cum, Master.”
Drake lowered his fingers to her clit, circling it to get her there with him one last time. He kissed her jaw and watched as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. He kissed each of her eyelids, and they fluttered open to look up at him. His whole world was pulled into one moment.
He hoped this was the time she would accept him, body and soul. This was the time when his seed would cause her belly to grow. This was the time that he branded her forever as his. They would be tied together in every way possible.
“I want to make a baby with you, Drake,” Alessandra whispered.
Drake pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her moans as she came. He shuddered and spilled his own release deep inside her.
Drake pulled out gently and took his weeping wife into his arms. He grabbed a wipe from the bedside table and cleaned her face, chest, and between her legs. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, and finally, lips.
“I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered.
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Though they clung to each other, the spell that brought husband and wife together tore them apart just as quickly. Alessandra sat up and pulled the sheet over her naked breasts. Sensing the sudden shift, Drake rose and rested against the headboard.
He reached out to her, but she rolled her shoulder to dodge his touch. With a sigh, Drake dropped his hand and patiently waited for Alessandra to open up. She trained her eyes on her lap and set about smoothing wrinkles.
“Alessandra?”
Reluctantly, she looked at Drake. Her eyes carried the pain of a child and remained unfocused.
“I know I’ve done wrong by you. But I’m here now. Lay your burdens on me. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time.”
“Enzo murdered my mother, Drake,” she sobbed.
“Mi dispiace,” he said softly.
Alessandra wiped her tears away with the back of her hand in a childlike gesture. Drake placed his hand gently on her knee, stroking through the silk.
“I was just a little girl when it happened.”
“Will you tell me what you remember?”
The thing Alessandra remembered most about her mother was her smile. She lit up a room and made you feel like you were the most special person in it. There were no bad days around her. Her laugh had its own melody, and she laughed so much.
Papà smiled when she sang. He’d grab her waist and pull her in for a kiss before giving her a tap on the ass.
“Sei il mio tesoro,” he said.
Marina balanced him out. When she died, Anthony lost the best part of himself. The home became cold and lonely without their angel offering her light.
