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I catch his hand as he moves to pull away, tugging him down for a lingering kiss. "Stay with me?"
"Always," he murmurs against my lips.
Philippe slides under the covers and gathers me close, my head pillowed on his chest, his heart a steady beat under my ear.
Home. Here, in his arms, is where I belong.
I nestle deeper into Philippe's embrace, savoring his warmth and scent. My fingers trace the hard lines of his chest, exploring the dips and curves of muscle.
His breath hitches, his hand closing over mine. I tilt my head up, meeting his eyes. Heat and longing smolder in his eyes, igniting an answering flame just between my legs.
"Philippe," I whisper, desire threading my voice.
He dips his head, kissing me with a slow, drugging intensity that leaves me breathless. When he lifts his mouth from mine, I chase after it blindly, craving more.
A low, husky chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Eager, are we?" His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "What is it you want,cara mia?"
"You," I say simply. "I want you."
A growl of pleasure. Philippe rolls until he cages me under his body, one thigh nudging mine apart. I moan softly at the press of him against my sex, arousal pooling heavy and hot.
"And I want you," he rasps. "Always."
His mouth claims mine again in a searing kiss as his hands roam my body. I arch into his touch, desire burning through my veins like wildfire.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, impatient to feel his skin under my palms. He chuckles against my lips but helps me undress him, tossing the shirt aside before returning to devour me with kisses.
I break away with a gasp as his lips blaze a trail down my throat. "Too many clothes," I pant, tugging at my dress.
A low, wicked chuckle. "Allow me."
Philippe rolls me onto my back and slides down my body. His hands glide up my legs, inching the hem of my dress higher and higher. His gaze burns into mine.
Blood floods my cheeks at being so exposed to his view, but I don't protest. I want this, want him, with an intensity that steals my breath away.
Finally, my dress joins his shirt on the floor, leaving me bare before him. Philippe's eyes darken, his pupils dilating with hunger, lust and love as he drinks me in.
"Beautiful," he rasps, voice rough with desire. "You are so beautiful, Tatiana."
My heart swells at the devotion and tenderness in his tone. This man, this powerful mafia boss, adores me as if I am the sun, the stars, his entire world.
And in this moment, I feel like I am.
Philippe trails a finger down my cheek, along my neck, between my breasts. I shiver. His hand comes to rest on my barely swollen stomach, caressing me with infinite gentleness.
"E tu," he murmurs, "Cara mia, sei ancora più radiante adesso. Portando dentro di te nostro figlio, brilli con una luce che supera persino le stelle stesse" – And you, my darling, are even more radiant now. Carrying our child, you glow with a light that outshines the stars themselves.
I blink back, tears at the awe and wonder in his voice. No one has ever looked at me the way Philippe does, as if I am something precious and sacred.
He smiles, then dips his head to press a tender kiss to my belly. My heart clenches at the love and reverence in that simple gesture.
"Our baby," he whispers against my skin, "is the greatest gift I could ever receive. You have made me the happiest man alive, Tatiana, in more ways than I ever dreamed I could be."
Another kiss, this one lingering. I comb my fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the depth of affection and devotion this powerful, dangerous man has for me. For us.
Philippe's kiss ignites a slow burn inside me as his hands begin to wander, stroking and caressing. I arch into his touch with a soft moan.
When his fingers dip between my thighs, finding me hot and wanting, I gasp. Our eyes meet, his gaze smoldering.
