[AMELIE]
“Millie…”
The way Gio whispered my name during our passionate encounter against the wall was like a beautiful melody to my ears. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and his substantial, unyielding presence filled me, moving with both intensity and tenderness. My hands caressed his neck, slowly making their way to his hair. With every thrust, I tugged at his hair, igniting waves of pleasure I yearned for.
“Oh my god, Gio! Harder. I want it rougher, please,” I murmured in his ear, giving it a gentle nibble. Gio groaned in response, seemingly losing his remaining restraint as he matched my desire.
Our bodies were soaked, a mix of water from the shower cascading over us and sweat from our heated lovemaking. Gio found my lips and kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless. I eagerly welcomed his tongue, feeling as if he were not only devouring me but also capturing my very soul.
“I love you,” I whispered between our kisses. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d said those three words to him, but an irresistible urge compelled me to utter them now.
“Fuck,” he groaned, maintaining his intensified rhythm. I couldn’t help but cry out loudly as his movements quickened. I buried my head in his neck while he continued to pleasure me.
My fingernails dug into his skin, leaving faint trails and promising future marks. My mind briefly wandered to the possibility of these scratches becoming scars after our passionate encounter.
“The baby…” he spoke in a husky voice. “Will it be okay?”
I grinned mischievously, realizing that he was still unaware of our little secret. “Yes. If mommy’s happy, the baby is happy too.”
He softly cursed before resuming our passionate kiss. It felt as if I were floating, completely lost in the moment. I hadn’t even noticed that we had moved into the bedroom until he gently laid me on the bed.
As he withdrew from me, I felt an ache and emptiness that left me yearning for more. “Gio, please,” I protested, feeling unsatisfied with our abrupt interruption.
Gio grinned, his dark and lustful eyes locked onto mine, intensifying the desire coursing through my body.
“On your knees,” he instructed.
I eagerly complied, anticipating a change in position. I knelt, supporting myself with only my hands and knees, my arousal evident in the wetness between my thighs.
Gio explored my womanhood with his fingers while skillfully stimulating my clit with his thumb. My hand weakened, and my head dropped to the bed, leaving my rear provocatively elevated.
A sharp sensation jolted through my body as Gio spanked my buttock-wait, he spanked me? “You like that?” he repeated, and I let out a loud moan. My ass was tingling, but it was a different kind of sensation-a tantalizing mix of pain and pleasure.
I craved more. “Fuck me,” I begged. I couldn’t handle it any longer. I was on the verge of losing my mind if he kept teasing me like this.
“You’re such an impatient girl, you know that?” I felt his weight on my back, his masculinity nudging the entrance of my desire. Gio gripped my neck, giving me a taste of pleasure without cutting off my air supply. “You’re such a dirty slut, Millie. My dirty, slutty wife.”
I gasped and clutched the bedsheets tightly as he entered me. Gio’s dirty talk added a unique intensity to our encounter. He could call me names, and I wouldn’t object. He was the only man I’d allow to use derogatory terms, respect be damned.
At first, Gio’s movements were slow, but they soon quickened. All that escaped my lips were moans of his name. “Oh, God!”
Gio’s weight on my back lifted, and I glanced at him. He let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, which obediently followed his touch. It was incredibly arousing.
Sweat glistened on his chiseled chest, and my dirty mind couldn’t help but imagine licking those sculpted muscles.
Gio firmly held my hips and thrust deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in ecstasy. “Oh, that’s the spot!” I clung to the bedsheets like a lifeline, fearing I might get lost in another world without it.
“You… Feel… So fucking good,” he growled as he continued his relentless thrusts.
My body convulsed with waves of pleasure as I reached my climax. The energy I had earlier seemed to have dissipated and left my body limp on the bed.
Gio thrust a few more times before finding his release. He lay beside me, tenderly caressing my back.
The darkness in Gio’s eyes had slowly faded as I gazed at him. He lifted his hand to my cheek and gently stroked it. “You okay?”
I could only manage a nod, as I felt too drained to speak.
Gio took a deep breath before getting up. His semi-hardened state was a surprise, as it seemed he hadn’t released himself earlier. I wondered if I’d ever see his flaccid state. He always seemed awake and full of life. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing that it had been inside me just moments ago.
“I’ll prepare a bath for us. I’ll also call someone to change the sheets,” he whispered, kissing my temple, and then he strode to the bathroom.
It was only then that I realized our bed was soaked, both our bodies drenched from continuing our activities from the bathroom to the bedroom. Gio carried me to the bathroom, and we both settled into the bathtub. I nestled against his chest, my body nestled between his legs, and I started to feel sleepy.
The water caressed my shoulders as Gio continued to work his magic. I could feel his warmth against my back. If I weren’t so tired, I might have initiated another round.
My gaze fell on my chest, and I saw the slowly healing scar. I bit my lip and covered it with my hand. “What are you doing?” Gio probably noticed my movement and got my attention.
“It’s ugly,” I whispered. I still had no regrets about protecting Gio, but every time I saw the slow-healing scar leaving a mark, it didn’t look pleasant. Perhaps Gio might find it off-putting too. I had one scar on my back that was tolerable, and now there was another on my chest.
“It’s not,” he said.
I sighed, not entirely convinced by his words.
Gio probably noticed the sadness on my face. He gently stroked my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. “Face me, Millie.” He guided me to face him. I knelt before him and met his gaze. We were now facing each other, and I noticed how his eyes moved from mine to the scar on my chest. My eyes, in turn, landed on his chest. I bit my lip when I saw the scars left by Marion. The wound he had received that day had also left a scar on his chest.
Without losing focus, I slowly traced his scars. With each touch, it was as if I could feel the pain he had endured.
I remembered his expression on that day. Gio didn’t show any pain, making it seem like the stabbing by Marion had meant nothing to him.
“Does it hurt?” I asked him. I hadn’t inquired about it back then due to what had happened to me afterward.
“No,” he gently held my hand. “Not as much as when I saw you bleeding to death that same day.” He slowly pulled me closer to him. “I thought I’d lose you forever.”
I could feel his hand on my back as I straddled him, my knees on the sides of his thighs. He pressed my body against his and leaned towards my scar, showering it with tender kisses. There was something about his actions that made me close my eyes.
“It’s not ugly, Millie,” he said, looking up at me.
“You don’t find it disgusting? Isn’t it… ugly?”
“This is proof that you saved my life, so why would I find it disgusting?” He offered me a small smile. “I love you, and I love all the scars you have, Millie. They won’t diminish or erase my love for you.”
His words left me breathless. It felt like I was listening to the most beautiful music with every word he spoke.
“Just like how you love the scar on my back?” I asked. I remembered how he would always kiss the scar my father had left on my back whenever he had the chance.
“Yes,” he replied. “I read it somewhere. A scar means you survived, or something along those lines. You are a survivor, Millie. You survived the call of death and the madness of your father. There’s no reason to feel disgusted or ugly about your scars, but even if you do, I will love and embrace them for you.” He kissed my healing scar on my chest once more.
I hugged Gio tightly and buried my face in his neck. “Thank you, and I’m sorry, Gio.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from his body. “I’m sorry for being insensitive sometimes-about Marion and Rory. If only I had listened to you about them, maybe none of this would have happened. I’m sorry if I hurt you in the past. I didn’t want to cause you pain. I love you too much to want to hurt you, but back then, I was so thirsty for people’s attention that I couldn’t see their flaws. I couldn’t grasp that those close to you could hurt you. I should have realized that, especially since my mother was the first person to betray me despite how much I loved her. And thank you for loving me. I never imagined that I would experience being loved like this in this lifetime.”
I held him even tighter, overcome with joy that having Gio with me was not just a dream but a reality, and he continued to love me. Love like this is rare, and I want to cherish it. There are times when I may not fully understand Gio’s actions due to the dark and violent things he does to protect me, but I can’t deny that he always places me at the top of his priority list.
“You deserve to be loved, Millie. You deserve the world and everything in it. You deserve me just as much as I deserve you,” he said, a smile on his face, as I buried my face in his neck, taking in his natural, manly scent.
Gio gently pushed me away, breaking our embrace. “And I can’t wait to build my family with you.” He caressed my still slightly flat belly. He grinned, his eyes genuinely shining with happiness. He brought his face close to my stomach and kissed it. I heard him speaking to my stomach as though he were speaking directly to the baby, face to face. I smiled and playfully ruffled his hair. “Me, too. I can’t wait to build our family. It’s my dream.”