Page 197 of Falling for the Wife

Maybe it was the insatiable hunger, the desperation, the controlled anger, or maybe a combination of all of them. Regardless, I seemed to have trouble slowing down. It felt as if I was on the verge of tears. My heart seemed like it was ready to explode out of my chest as I voraciously took what she was giving me.

It was crass and purely nonsensical, but I had to have her, and the nearest furniture that could do was the antique table the Pope had bestowed on our family in the early sixteenth century. It was a beloved piece of art that I considered a highly-priced asset. As of this moment, though, it was simply a table, nothing more.

I needed to be inside of her, or I would go ballistic with this profound feeling that was eating me alive inside. She was the source of happiness, sadness, and subliminal joy compounded into one blissful package.

With her sitting atop the table, legs gloriously splayed as I lavished on her, my hands were hasty as they took off her simple cotton dress and bra, leaving her soft, pink underwear on. My mouth feasted on her swollen breasts as my nether region tried not to gravitate against her damp flesh. It was a hardship, but I knew the rewards later for resisting the urge were worth reaping.

She had ruined me. Nevertheless, only her … Only this woman could bring me back alive. Only she could build me back up.

Heavily drugged with love and lust, I was past salvation. I needed her like no other. I was past desperation, past lunacy. I was a man on a mission, and nothing could stop me from making love to the woman who commanded my entirety.

Half lidded eyes gazed at me with pure abandon as she watched me push my pants down before I hastily pulled my cock out, ramrod straight, throbbing, and proud.

Her eyes instantly feasted on it, salivating at the thought of what it could do to her.

“You’re magnificent, Luca …” she murmured huskily, her eyes fully dilated with feverish hunger. “You never cease to make my heart skip a beat.”

I made a growl from the potent desire that was taking over my body.

“Where do you want this, amore?” I hoarsely asked, toying with the game we used to tease each other with before we mated like animals. It was a foreplay that had driven us mad with desire. My body was on fire from remembering how she used to respond to me, to my touch, to my cock.

Fuck! The idea of her…

… Now …

Fuck!

I might not know her mind and heart all too well, but her body? I knew it inside out. It was vividly ingrained in my memory.

“I want you everywhere.” Licking her lips, she threw me a look that closely depicted the rawness of her ache. “In my mouth, on me, in me …”

Gripping my cock, I roughly stroked it, my eyes never leaving hers. “Si, cara … Cos’altro vuoi?” (What else do you want?)

“I want …” she choked out, panting. “I want …” She paused before I saw the clouded look her face gave away, as if she was about to change her mind. “We shouldn’t … maybe—” she blurted out, hesitant.

“The hell we shouldn’t,” I hissed just as my hand swiftly pushed her underwear to the side before I bit the side of her neck, which made her scream with pleasure right as I plunged my cock into her core, sliding between her thighs and into her soaking channel as deeply seated as it would let me.

She was tight, as though she hadn’t been touched for a long time. The very idea of Anton touching her awakened the rage within me. As much as I wanted to punish her body by pounding deeply into her pussy, though, I knew I must take caution due to the baby.

Her luscious breasts felt heavy in my hand before I brazenly plucked one nipple and gently tugged it before picking up speed, pounding a little harder than before.

The indescribable beauty, the sacredness of a man and woman making love as she carried his child, the profound unprecedented love I felt for her—it all felt like too much. As much as I wanted to stop so I could gradually taste and feel her body, I had little control over my resistance. I was drowning in her …Dio …but I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want any of it to end.

“Ti amo …” (I love you.)

“You’re always going to be mine. Wherever you go, whatever you do, you will forever belong to me.” The last few words barely got past my lips before my orgasm took over my body, leaving a stream of creamy ropes inside of her as I bit into her neck, softly suckling her sensitized skin, making us one once more …

I was marking her as mine. Her husband be damned.

Gently heaving against her lips, I had a moment of clarity. Making love to her felt right, and I would rather die than go backwards from here. What we had done was a major sign that there was still something there, that what remained between us was still not finished … that maybe it would never be over.

My thoughts weighed the risks that she and I would face, but to me, I believed all the hardships and tribulations would be worth it in the end.

To hell with the ramifications, the paternity test, and all that shit in between. I wanted my woman back, and I would have her and my child at all costs. If I had to place my heart on a platter, serve it raw, then so be it.

This was what I had longed for. This was the reason I had become a mad man I didn’t recognize, driving the races with reckless abandon. I was heartbroken, shattered by the loss of her, and I had never recovered.

After what had just happened between us, I knew it was worth another shot. I loved her. I loved her like I needed air to breathe, to function, and with our child on the way, there was no question about it. She would stay by my side, even if I had to tackle my mother, my father, and whoever else wanted to take her away from me. I was willing to lay it all down if only to prove to her that I was ready to forgive and forget so we could go back to being together and preparing for our child to be born.

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