Page 149 of Beneath the Shadows

Her release builds, her moans turning into cries as her orgasm hits, and I feel the flood of her pleasure. I slip two fingers inside her ass, pushing her even higher, making her cry out with raw intensity. Her arousal coats my face as I continue to lap and suck every last drop of her pleasure from her.

I kiss my way back up her body. When I reach her lips, I pause, resting my forehead against hers. Our breathing is ragged, hearts pounding.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire.

She pulls me in for a kiss, tasting herself on me as her body arches into mine. Rolling us over, I guide her to straddle me. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” I ask, lifting my hips up to press against her. “How badly I need to be inside you.”

Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubs her wetness against my cock, making me ache to be buried inside her. My piercings graze her sensitive skin and she shudders from the sensation. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she slowly lowers herself down, taking me in. We both groan as the sensation consumes us.

Her movements are slow at first, each sensual roll of her hips driving me deeper inside her. I watch her, mesmerized by the way she moves, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as she picks up her pace.

“Alessia,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, time stops, and I forget to breathe. The feel of her, the warmth, the way her body molds to mine. It’s overwhelming, and I’m lost in it. Drowning in her.

Each thrust drives us closer to the edge. Her hands move to her breasts, massaging them and rolling her pert nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The way she touches herself, the pleasure etched on her face, drives me crazy.

I can’t hold back anymore. My hips move faster as I take control of the rhythm, searching for the perfect angle, that spot where I know I can take her over the edge. This is more than simple desire—it’s something much more profound. Every touch, every movement is a reaffirmation of everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve survived.

Her body tightens around me, trembling with the intensity of what’s building between us. I reach up, capturing her lips with mine, swallowing her cries as I give in to the all-consuming need to be as close to her as possible.

"Come for me," I whisper against her lips, my voice raw, every muscle in my body tensing as I push us both closer to that edge. "Let go,tesoro.”

Together, we come undone. A perfect storm.

Afterward, I hold her close, her head resting against my chest as our breathing slows. My hand drifts down to her stomach, where our baby is growing. A smile tugs at my lips, and I press a kiss to her hair.

“Tesoro,” I murmur, my voice full of emotion. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Antonio. Always.”

Alessia

We surprise Antonio’s family—my family by showing up in Italy. Domenica’s brother, Francisco, was the only one who knew we were coming. When we step into his home, their faces light up with joy. The hugs that follow feel like home.

Somehow we succeeded in keeping everything a secret until we could tell them in person.

Over dinner, Antonio and I share our biggest news. "We're having a baby," I announce, my voice filled with happiness. As soon as the words leave my lips, the room erupts in excitement.

Cecilia gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “I’m going to be an aunt,” she exclaims.

Nicki’s eyes filled with tears. I know she must be thinking about Marco. Antonio reaches out, gently squeezing her hand. “I wish he was here, too,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiles through her tears, brushing them away with the back of her hand. “He’d be so happy for you, Anton,” she whispers, her voice carrying a bittersweet edge that makes my heart ache.

I watch the tender moment between Antonio and his mother. The love they share is pure and unbreakable, a bond so deep it makes me ache inside. I never had that with my own mother. There’s a finality to that loss, one I’ll never shake.

I blink back tears, my heart swelling with gratitude. Antonio’s given me something I never thought possible—a place to belong and a family that loves me without question or pretense.

He’s given me a home.

Of course, we didn’t tell them everything. Some things are better left unsaid. I didn’t want to burden them with the truth about my father and what he tried to do. They know he’s no longer a threat. That’s enough.

What matters now is the future and the life Antonio and I are building together.

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The warm afternoon air in Sicily is filled with laughter, and the scent of fresh herbs drifting in from the kitchen where Domenica and Antea are bustling around. They insisted on doing all the cooking, including baking dozens of delicious wedding cookies. I’ve been sneaking into the kitchen eating them all day.

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