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She groans. “I don’t know if we can. Is it safe? I want… Oh God, Rio. Iwant…so badly. I can’t, ever, seem to find the strength to say no to you.”
She doesn’t know if we can? Illumination hits, and I release one of her hands to smooth a lock of loose dark hair back off her face.
“I confirmed with your doctor before she left today, Bianca. Because you are well, sex is safe right up until the birth, as long as you feel up to it. Do you feel up to it, my wife? Because I have craved you as much as I hated you, every waking moment, since you ran.”
9
“Hate the sin. Love the sinner.”
Mahatma Gandhi
Bianca
Sex issafe up until the birth.
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
My body is on fire with need. I don’t want to admit that to myself or to him, but I don’t need to. Rio knows my desires as intimately as he knows my fears. My legs threaten to buckle as the ache in my breasts and at my core grows more insistent.
Does pregnancy make sexual need stronger? I don’t remember this level of arousal before. This deep, powerful craving that seems to be taking over every part of my mind and crashes through my body in waves.
“I don’t want to be here, Rio. I don’t want to be stuck in this basement prison of yours. But I still wantthis.” I lift my free hand and splay it on his chest. “I wantyou.”
God help me, I’m still sick for him.
I try to build self-disgust in my thoughts, hoping it will calm the inappropriate desire, but there’s no point. My mind won’t cooperate. My body has gone past the point of reason.
I want him. Ilovehim. I need him. And he can probably do whatever he wants with me, barring hurting our child, and I will accept it.
“Of course you do, Bianca. You aremine. And we are meant to be together, whether either one of us likes that fact or not.”
When he pushes strands of hair out of my eyes and caresses my cheek with a warm, insistent thumb, all I can think of is how that thumb will feel on my clit, drawing circles around the swollen bud until I buck beneath his touch and cry out in satiation.
I want him. I wantthis, and yes, I hate him for imprisoning me again. But he’s my husband, and I love him.
I love-hate Rio Agosti, and I’vemissedhim so damn much it hurts.
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. When he dips his head and takes my mouth—claims me once again as his—I feel rather than hear his satisfied groan, like a deep vibration that reverberates inside my own chest.
He tastes faintly of whiskey and cigars, as well as something uniquely Rio, a taste I haven’t forgotten, but the reality of it is far more alluring than the memory. I moan as his tongue tangles with mine, exploring, possessing me…
And then he breaks off the kiss and hefts me up into his arms.
I gasp and smack him gently on the shoulder. “No, Rio. Wait. I’m too heavy…”
He ignores me, instead turning and heading back into the bedroom area of the suite and lowering me onto the comforter that decorates the bed. “Never too heavy for me,la mia bellissima moglie.”
I shrug off my loose T-shirt and then lift my butt to assist him in sliding down my underwear. His fingertips graze my hips and thighs in the lightest of touches, and I shiver as goose bumps rise up.
“I’m pregnant, not breakable,” I tease, lying back on the bed.
I allow my knees to drop so my pussy is exposed. He shucks off only his shoes and crawls onto the bed, still fully clothed. He kneels between my legs, forcing my legs farther apart, and then lowers his head.
When the tip of his tongue laps at my seam, I arch up and into him, wanting more. Needing more. Needing all of him. His fingers dance on my inner thighs, still too light for my liking, making swirls and patterns as he tongues my clit and then works his way down to my channel entrance.
I feel so full, so swollen and aching, that I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last. It’s as if being pregnant has enhanced all the nerve endings in that area, and a moan escapes me at the exquisite sensations he’s creating there as I clutch at the comforter with desperate fingers.
“So delicious,” he murmurs. The words are a welcome hum against my flesh. “You are wet and swollen and ready, and we have hardly begun.”
