MILLIE
Uncertainty gnawed at me, and I confessed softly, “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. The chaos surrounding Sienna’s wedding to Gallo made things complicated, and in that mess, I forgot to take the pill. I knew you didn’t want to bring a child into this world under those circumstances. That’s why I kept it from you. And that’s why Mathias spared me when I revealed the truth to him before leaving Chicago. I was already carrying our child then. I’m so sorry, Gio.”
A low, almost primal sound rumbled in his throat, and then he surprised me by sinking down to his knees. His hand remained on my belly, a silent connection to the new life that was taking root within me. He leaned in, his forehead coming to rest against my skin, his breathing a symphony of raw intensity.
A shaky exhale escaped me, and as if on cue, tears welled up in my eyes once again.
When he lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes were brimming with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “Millie,” his voice held a deep resonance, “I would move mountains, set fire to the world if it meant protecting you and our child. I should have apologized sooner, should have been there for you.”
He rose from his kneeling position, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, almost apologetic kiss. It deepened quickly, fueled by a yearning that had been suppressed for far too long. My hands found their way beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his sculpted abdomen, a silent affirmation of the desire that coursed between us.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he murmured against my lips, “What about the baby?”
A sense of reassurance filled me as I spoke, “It’s alright, Gio. I spoke with the gynecologist. We can still be together.”
There was a moment of hesitation before a warm chuckle escaped him. “Do you really think a bump could make you any less attractive to me? Millie, you are the embodiment of beauty and sensuality.”
In his strong arms, I felt weightless as he carried me to the bed, his gaze drinking in the sight of me, a visual feast of emotions. “You are breathtaking, Millie,” he breathed, his fingers skimming over my form.
The world outside seemed to fade as his touch became the center of my universe. His fingers brushed over my most intimate places, every movement an echo of familiarity and intimacy. I watched him, a powerful figure knelt between my legs, his hands igniting a fire of pleasure within me.
A breath hitched in my throat, and a mixture of gasps and moans accompanied the sensations he stirred within me. His lips met my most sensitive spot, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over me, catching me by surprise in its intensity.
“I need you, Gio,” I whimpered, my voice thick with desire.
His determination was unwavering as he positioned himself, his gaze locked with mine, a silent question in his eyes. Without a word, he lowered himself, his lips on mine briefly before trailing a path of fiery kisses down my body. Every touch, every movement was deliberate and knowing, as if he had committed every nuance of my responses to memory.
I gave myself over to him, body and soul, as he explored my most intimate places, his touch rekindling the flames that had smoldered for far too long. The ache, the longing-it all converged as he ignited my senses. The world dissolved into a symphony of pleasure and need, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt truly alive.
Amidst the gentle, seductive caress of Gio’s lips against my core, an involuntary groan escaped my lips. The delightful vibrations rippled through me, causing my eyelids to flutter and my senses to surrender to the exquisite sensation. Unyielding in his pursuit, Gio continued his tender exploration, each touch like a feather’s whisper. Surrendering to the pleasure that surged within me, I relaxed, allowing his skilled ministrations to steer me toward the brink of an all-encompassing ecstasy. Another wave of euphoria surged through me as I succumbed to a second release. But as the waves of pleasure subsided, a yearning plea escaped my lips, baring my desperation: “Gio, please… I need you.”
Gio’s lips embarked on a journey of kisses, tracing an electrifying path up my body. With a tantalizing detour over my hips, stomach, and ribs, he finally settled his affections on my blossoming breasts. A playful smirk danced upon his lips, and in response, a soft laugh bubbled from within me, bridging the intimate connection between us. His gaze, once fixated on my body, rose to meet my eyes, his lips curving into a smile that radiated warmth and familiarity. “I missed this.”
“Sex?” I inquired, my voice laden with a heady mixture of arousal and longing, a testament to the fire he had ignited within me.
“Your smile,” he confessed in a hushed murmur, his lips descending once more, lavishing my breasts with a cascade of tender kisses. The world around us narrowed to a realm of sensation as his mouth enveloped my nipple, a potent fusion of pleasure and sensation that provoked an unabashed moan. Every nibble and every suck drew me deeper into a vortex of sensation, each sigh and shiver an ode to the ecstasy unraveling within me. Overwhelmed by the surging tide of pleasure, my voice broke through the haze: “Gio, please…”
With a measured grace, Gio eased back, divesting himself of his shirt in a single fluid motion. The sculpted contours of his torso gleamed in the soft light, a testament to the desire that had always simmered beneath the surface. Yet, his eyes, a shade of gray that held both depth and intensity, remained locked onto mine, a magnetic force that anchored me amidst the swirling emotions. His hands found their way to his pants, a veil barely concealing the anticipation that pulsed beneath, and with purposeful intent, he shed them along with his briefs. The raw hunger that gleamed in his eyes mirrored my own needs, forging an unspoken connection that spoke of mutual longing and surrender. Anticipation coursed through my veins like liquid fire as he returned to the bed, his presence an intoxicating promise.
Ascending my body with a deliberate languor, Gio’s lips found mine in a searing kiss, a fervent fusion of desire that left no room for doubt. As he navigated the contours of my form, his touch a symphony of fevered caresses, he found his place, poised at the precipice of yearning. Our gazes locked, an unspoken dialogue that transcended words, as he guided himself to my entrance. With a shared exhale, he pressed forward, his tip breaching the barrier that separated us. In a breathless dance, my hips met his in a primal rhythm, a connection forged by shared passion.
Slowly, inexorably, Gio delved deeper, inch by tantalizing inch, until our bodies were intertwined in a symphony of need and fulfillment. Yet, even as desire surged and pulsed between us, I glimpsed the inner struggle etched across his features. His throat worked as he swallowed, his gaze a storm of emotions. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” he confessed, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and devotion.
In that moment, I understood the depths of his concern, his unwavering commitment to safeguarding our fragile connection. With a touch as gentle as a whispered promise, I cupped his face, my thumb tracing the lines of his jaw. “Gio,” I murmured, my voice a soothing balm, “I trust you. Our love, our connection-it’s stronger than any fear. We’re in this together.”
And as the weight of his worries yielded to the undeniable force of our shared desire, Gio’s resolve crumbled. The tenderness of his gaze melded with the fierceness of our love, and with a final, lingering kiss, he yielded to the urgency that bound us. As our bodies became one, each movement echoed with a resonance that transcended the physical, a reflection of the profound connection that defined us-a connection that would weather any storm, embracing both vulnerability and passion in its all-encompassing embrace.