Her pussy grips my cock so tight, my vision goes black for a few seconds. The instant her body clamps around mine and she clings to me as her orgasm hits, intense pleasure shoots through me.
My legs shake from the ecstasy as I keep thrusting, insanely desperate to give her every drop of my release.
After the first time we had sex, Haven said she has an IUD. I want it removed.
I want my wife pregnant with my child.
Gesù Cristo,the image of Haven carrying my child makes another wave of pleasure crash through me. I grip her so fucking tight to me as I hiss from the intense orgasm, then my legs go numb, and I sink to the floor with her still wrapped around me.
Haven gasps against my neck, our bodies covered in a fine layer of sweat.
“Sweet Jesus,” she pants. “From now on, you’re reading spicy scenes to me for foreplay.”
I let out a breathless chuckle.
With me in a kneeling position and Haven clinging to me like a monkey, I’m still buried inside her.
I pull my head back to look at her face. “You said something about missing me?”
She nods and leans in to press kisses over my jaw. “Yes. Did everything go well?”
Incredible satisfaction fills my chest as I say, “Everything went well. I killed Nicolo and avenged your family’s deaths.”
When a sad expression ghosts over her features, I hold her tightly while climbing to my feet. I carry her to my bathroom and pull out of her as I set her down.
I switch on the faucets, and while I wait for the water to warm, I frame Haven’s face and press a tender kiss to her mouth. “All the shit is finally over. Now I can focus only on you and our life together.”
“I’m glad you got closure,” she says before pulling away to step into the shower.
I join her under the spray, tilting my head to catch her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. It’s just been a tough day. I’ve been trying to process everything I learned about my childhood.”
“Do you want to see a professional to help you?”
Haven shakes her head. “I’m so over therapy.” She steps closer to me and places her hand on my tattoo. “But, I would like to bring Kristen to Italy.”
“Your best friend?” I ask, to double-check.
“Yes. She’s very special to me, so I’m going to need you to behave when she comes to visit.”
“I’ll be a saint,” I say. “I’ll send the private jet for her. Just give me the date and time.”
Haven’s eyes widen. “Oh my God. You have a private jet? Kristen had to move our belongings out of our house in Whitefish. Can she bring some of our stuff on the plane?”
I should’ve thought about their belongings in America. “Of course,principessa.” I press a kiss to her forehead before pulling her into my arms. “I’m sorry for not thinking about it sooner. I’ll send men to help Kristen so she doesn’t have to struggle getting everything to the airport.”
Haven pulls back and gives me a curious look. “Is Edoardo single?”
A dark frown forms on my forehead. “Why?”
“If he is, can you send him to get Kristen?”
It feels like she’s up to something, and it has me asking, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just want the best protection for Kristen.”
“Hmm…are you sure that’s the only reason?”
