Page 122 of I Would Beg For You

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

His face goes sober. “Something…need to tell you.”

I frown, blink a few times. “What? What is it?”

His earnest blue eyes meet mine, and everything inside me stops.

“I love you,” he says.

Though the words don’t come out any louder than a whisper, I hear them loud and clear. My heart almost breaks so much it’s swelling. With warmth, with love for this man. I’d hoped he’d one day fall in love with me; I’ve been a goner for him since I was fifteen.

“I love you, too,” I reply with a trembling voice, on the verge of tears. Then I kiss his lips softly. “Val, there’s something you need to know.”

“What?” he croaks.

Suddenly, I don’t know how to tell him. Maybe actions will speak louder, convey everything more than words ever can?

I take his hand and unfurl his palm onto the curve of my belly.

I feel the flutters inside, then it’s…a kick?

Valentino’s eyes grow wide. “Is that…our daughter?”

A laugh bubbles out of me. He got it. And he’s happy.

“Yes.” Then I frown. “Wait. How do you know this? And that it’s a girl?”

He smiles at me. “Because she came to me. Told me Mommy needed me, so I had to go back.”

I blink at him. “She has pale hair, brilliant blue eyes?”

He nods. “Gabriela.”

“No. Her name is Serafina. That’s what she told me…”

“That’s what she told you?” His eyes widened in surprise.

As another kick bounces against my abdomen and his hand, we both go still as our eyes lock.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I ask him.

Epilogue

Valentino

Two months later

Naomi’s skin is hot under my roving hands. My palms close on her heavy, full breasts, though I keep my touch light as they’re sensitive to anything now, even the graze of her bra sometimes, she says. Still, I relish their weight, the feel of this pliant flesh under my fingers. I flick my thumbs against her nipples, but that’s all I do before shifting my focus elsewhere.

There’s the soft curve of her neck begging for nips and little kisses. The swell of her hips now more defined from her smaller waist. Her thicker thighs and round ass I can’t get enough of. What’s hidden between her legs. And her mouth.

God almighty, her glorious mouth. My gattina has come a long way with how she tortures me with her mouth. It’s currently wrapped around my cock, and though it feels like heaven insidethat warm depth sucking me to completion, that’s not where I want to finish. So, I wrap my hand gently in her hair and pull her away from my erect member. She whimpers her displeasure, which I quell by slamming my mouth onto hers and plunging my tongue into it, stroking hers, caressing, sucking on it a little.

It takes just a flick of my body to roll her over and have her on her back. Without breaking the kiss, I nudge her thighs apart with my knee, then I’m on top of her, coaxing her legs to wrap around my hips—not that it takes much persuasion for her to follow this lead—then I’m sinking my steele hard cock into her. Dio, this feeling of plunging into her hot depths, of getting to take her to the edge of reason as I ride her rough and hard or slow and sweet, it’s my drug of choice, one I never want to be weaned off of.

Her legs are closing tighter around me. She’s close to coming. I jack into her harder, faster, longer strokes that slam in quick and strong.

“Val,” she moans just before she rips apart in my arms, under me, around me.

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