Page 32 of Reign of Fate

ELEVEN

Mama

IVO

Elisa lies asleep in my arms. I’ve always liked my space in bed, but as soon as Elisa turned in her sleep to move away, I felt the need to drag her back to my side. She murmurs something, then nestles in, letting out a tiny sigh.

I wanted her first time to go slower, but I was like a man possessed. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Every sound she made spurred me on, and when she clung to me, her lips begging for more, her eyes pleading for me to show her how good it could be, I gave her what we both needed.

When she cried out in pain, it was like a knife to my gut, but I’m not a good man because even the sight of her tears didn’t deter me from fucking my wife until we both lay exhausted in our bed.

I carried her into the shower after our lovemaking and washed us both clean. I hoped the hot water would ease her aching muscles. She’s going to feel sore in the morning, and even though I don’t want her to hurt, a part of me wants to pound my chest like a Neanderthal over claiming my woman.

Elisa looks so peaceful with the sheet barely covering her. When she reached for her nightgown, I took it from her hand and tossed it aside.

“Tonight, we sleep naked,” I told her. We won’t be able to do this every night. We never know when Adriana might come into our room, or if we need to run to her. I’m taking advantage of our night alone.

Elisa didn’t argue and climbed into bed. Her eyes closed as soon as her head hit the pillow. I won’t sleep for quite a while. I normally get five hours at best, but that’s always been enough for me. I allow my hand to roam over the silky soft skin of her outer thigh and over her belly. My mind wanders to the idea of planting my child inside her. Elisa is fabulous with Adriana, and I’m sure she’s always wanted to have a child of her own.

I’d love to watch her belly swell with my child inside her. Elisa’s beautiful now; she’d be unbelievably gorgeous pregnant. She wriggles under my touch and snuggles her ass into my groin. My cock leaps to life, wanting more of her. I curb my desire, letting her sleep. Eventually, I drift off into blissful peace.

She’s a thirst I can’t quench. I swore I’d give her time to recover before taking her again, but my need is too great. I wake her with my mouth between her legs; she moans like she’s having a delicious dream, but it’s me who’s satisfying my craving for her.

Her hips gyrate, and her eyes open to see me eating her pussy with great vigor. I insert two fingers in her pussy and watch her breasts heave as she calls my name. I rub her clit and take in the sight of her throwing her head back, her body arching as her finger grip the sheets.

“Oh… Oh! Ivo, I can’t—” she says breathlessly.

“Oh, I think you can,” I tell her as my finger pumps in and out, her juices all over them. I want in that pussy, but first, I want her to come. “Come for me, regina mia,” I command. And she does, her vibrant eyes lighting up, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm.

I don’t delay in taking what I need. I pull her legs up and apart, taking only a second to enjoy the smooth pink pussy soaked with her juices before I ram my thick, engorged cock inside her. I need to possess every part of her. My cock disappears inside her tight pussy.

My need is so desperate that it’s not long before I’m on the cusp of my own release. Her hands hold my shoulders, clinging to me, her breasts bouncing with the force of my thrusts, and she moans my name over and over. She needs to come again.

“Together, baby,” I tell her.

“Ivo, please.” She begs so prettily that I drop my mouth to hers and fuck her faster. I consume her mouth, smothering her cries as we both come.

Totally sated, I’m careful not to crush her, but I’m not ready to release her yet. Elisa wraps her arms tighter around me to keep me close. I gaze upon her flushed cheeks, the pink skin at her neck from the roughness of my stubbled beard. I touch my forehead to hers.

“I wish we could stay like this all day,” Elisa murmurs.

“I wasn’t too rough?”

She blushes profusely, then whispers, “I liked it.”

I chuckle, brushing a stray tendril from her face. “Good,” I reply, then kiss her tenderly. Unfortunately, the real world is soon going to infiltrate our day. We need to pick up Adriana from Raffaele and Evangeline’s place, and, wedding or not, Massimo and I have to brief Raffaele on the current state of Bruto and Ruggero.

“I’ll shower first and give you a little extra time to rest,” I say, brushing my lips over hers.

“Okay.” She releases me from her grasp. I pull out carefully, my cock glistening with her moist, hot nectar.

“Fuck it!” I exclaim, and haul myself out of bed. I reach for Elisa and toss her over my shoulder. She lets out a shriek. I slap her ass. “Quiet! I need to fuck my wife in the shower,” I bark, to which she responds with a giggle.

Several hours later, Elisa and I make our way across the grounds to see Raffaele and Evangeline and pick up Adriana, but only after the lunch Evangeline has planned. Evangeline wanted to make it a family affair and invite Elisa’s parents. Elisa didn’t want that and expressed her desire to keep it between the five of us. Evangeline was upset at first, but over the course of the last couple of weeks and seeing the interaction between Elisa and her parents, she now understands how stressful it would have been for Elisa.

There’s a car parked in front of the house. I don’t recognize it at first, then the door opens, and Adriana races straight for us. She jumps into my arms, shouting and giggling. “Daddy, Daddy, Uncle Leno is trying to catch me! We’re playing tag. Don’t let him get me.”

Walking out after Adriana is Elisa’s brother, Leno. Elisa’s eyes brighten when she sees her brother, and she moves in for a hug.

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