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"Let me give you pleasure,amore mio," he rasps. "You deserve to feel worshipped tonight."
Heat suffuses my cheeks, but I nod.
Gently, he gets me comfortable on my back, with a cushion underneath the arch above my ass, and parts my legs. And then his mouth is on me, tongue stroking deep, clever fingers keeping rhythm.
My back arches and a cry escapes me as exquisite sensation washes over my body. Philippe is relentless, devouring me with lips, teeth and tongue until I'm trembling on the edge of release.
When I think I can bear no more, his fingers curl inside me, finding that sensitive spot and applying just the right pressure. The coil of pleasure tightens within me, threatening to snap and send me hurtling over the edge.
Philippe's eyes lock with mine, a silent promise of ecstasy and fulfillment. He grins, a devil in pursuit of a mission, and begins to flick his tongue on my clit, sending me over the edge.
Philippe gentles me through the aftershocks, then rises over me, eyes blazing. Without a word, he enters me in one smooth thrust.
Our bodies move together, a dance as old as time and fresh as this moment. Philippe fills me so completely and touches me so deeply that I feel as though we've become one being.
His rhythm grows urgent, harsh breaths escaping him, and I lift my hips to meet each stroke. "Tatiana..." My name is a groan filled with love and longing.
His cock slides in and out of me with delicious friction, pushing me higher and higher towards the peak of pleasure. The sounds of our bodies colliding and the breathy gasps and moans that fill the room create a symphony of desire.
I cling to Philippe, my nails digging into his back as he quickens his pace, chasing his release. Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, the bed creaking beneath us as we surrender to the wild ecstasy that consumes us both.
"Oh, Philippe," I moan over and over again. I take my legs and wrap them tighter around his back, and he grunts in response, his thrusts becoming more desperate and uncontrolled. "Come for me, Tatiana," Philippe growls, his voice filled with need.
His hand moves between us, finding my clit, and he begins to rub it in a rapid, relentless motion.
"Oh, Philippe," I moan again, squeezing my pussy tight around his cock. He takes his hands under my ass and squeezes my legs tighter, allowing me to feel his full throb. "I'm going to cum," I moan, fingers scratching his back.
"Cum,Tesoro," he commands, gently leaning over and taking my lips in his own. I bite his lower lip and pull away when I fear I might draw blood. I close my eyes and see stars form behind the darkness, and Philippe kisses my forehead while pounding me relentlessly.
I feel the burn spread down my back, between my pussy, across my ass, and down my thighs until I quiver so damn hard that I can no longer hold back. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, ripping through my body in convulsive waves of pleasure.
Philippe's release comes in a surge of heat and his hoarse shout of completion. I feel him drip down my legs. Then he collapses next to me, my heart pounding against my own.
We lie tangled together, sated and breathless. No words are needed in this perfect moment of connection.
I run my fingers through Philippe's silky hair, tracing the lines of his tattoo. He stirs against me and lifts his head to meet my gaze.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs, eyes glowing with adoration. "Carrying our child, giving me this gift..." He places a hand over my belly in a gesture that is both possessive and reverent. "You have made me the happiest of men, Tatiana. You are my everything."
Emotion swells in my chest at his words. No matter how many times he professes his love, it still has the power to move me.
"As you are mine," I whisper, drawing him down for a lingering kiss.
Philippe makes a sound of contentment against my lips and resettles more firmly against me, an anchor in the night. His warmth and solid presence soothes the ache in my lower back, easing me towards sleep.
Just before I drift off, I feel the feather-light brush of my lips against my temple and soft words breathed into my hair.
"Sweet dreams, my love. I will be here when you wake."
A smile curves my mouth as slumber claims me at last. I have no doubts that Philippe will keep his promise. He always does.
Chapter 39
Philippe
I lie awake, watching Tatiana's chest gently rise and fall as she sleeps. Her mahogany hair cascades across the pillow, the moonlight catching her porcelain skin just so. She lies peacefully, one hand draped lightly across her belly. Our child grows within our precious secret.
As Don, I swore to protect my family from the dangers and violence of this life. But now, with Tatiana carrying mybambino, the stakes are so much higher. I would raze cities, crush enemies, and do anything to guarantee their safety.
