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Renzo gently pushed her hand aside and licked up the stray drop. It was sweet on his tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re ashamed of something your body does to nurture our son, Mimi. I thought you too sensible for that.”

“Not ashamed.” She licked at the beads of sweat dotting her upper lip. “All this, you, it’s too raw, too much sometimes. It almost feels like I’ll drown in all that you make me feel, Renzo. And that I’m alone with it.”

“You are not,” Renzo said before finding her mouth.

Mimi sank into his kiss, as if his assurance was a vow. Her hands moved over his back, and she tugged at his shirt. “Want to feel your skin.”

“My wife’s wish is my command,” he said, pushing to his knees.

Wide eyes took him in as he shed the shirt first. He undid the fly of his trousers and waited. That blush he adored stole up her neck and cheeks before she said, “Yes, please. All of you.”

Renzo kicked off his trousers and boxers in one sweep. Her gaze skidded over every inch of him, never staying, never lingering. And his skin burned at the intensity of her openly greedy perusal.

Pushing up gently, breasts heaving, she raked a nail down his nipple, then followed the thick trail of hair down past his abdomen and stopped. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

“Lie back and touch me,” Renzo said, straddling her hips.

She licked her lips in that nervous gesture of hers, but the way her fingers flexed and grasped his cock was firm. A soft gasp huffed out of her. “God, I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

He threw his head back and exhaled, fighting the ravenous urge to pump into her hand. But he was too greedy for the sight of her like this—sprawled over his bed, deliciously naked and spread out for him, and her slender fingers fisting him tight—to look away for too long.

And just as he imagined, her brow was tight in concentration, lower lip caught between her teeth. “Keep squeezing me, Mimi. As hard as you can.” Already he was panting, his control nearly nonexistent around her.

If she applied herself a little more rigorously—which, knowing her, he knew she would—he was going to spill all over her lush breasts and thick belly.

Like he had promised her, like they had been both waiting for apparently for some time now, he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to make her his wife completely, tonight. Now.

Which meant he wanted her to fall over with him, one more time. He wanted to feel her channel flutter and fall apart around him.

Leaning forward, keeping his full weight off her, he kissed her mouth softly. Instantly, her grip on his cock released, her fingers moving to his nape. She moaned and writhed under him, trapping his erection against her belly.

“I love the taste of you everywhere,bella,” he whispered, licking the long line of her neck, kissing a trail between her breasts. He made a stop and teased her nipples into hard peaks again with his lips and tongue.

On and on, he went on a journey of discovery down her body. Every little patch of her skin, every little divot and crease and fold, he tasted all of her. Left his own marks. Claimed every inch of her.

Her breathing shallowed, her body undulating like a cresting wave under his caresses as he built her toward the peak again.

His name was a chant, falling over and over from her lips as he played with her clit and folds again. Wetness coated his fingers, and he smeared it all over her folds.

“Tell me anytime if it becomes too much,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, gritting his teeth, nudging the head of his cock against her slit, “and I’ll stop.”

A soft sob broke through her lips as he pushed the broad head in. Her fingers clasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Her gaze, though, clear and certain as always, held his. “More, Renzo. Please, I’m dying of anticipation here.”

He chuckled and pressed in a little more. “You’re tight,bella, and resisting me. Always resisting me,” he said, kissing her temple. “Relax for me.”

Her spine arched into him, and her feet came to rest on his buttocks. “I just… I want this to be good for you, Renzo.”

“If it got any better, I would probably expire,” he said, and thrust in all the way.

She jerked and stilled.

Sweat dripping from his forehead, Renzo sought her mouth again. He kissed her hard, all the tension in him rippling out into the kiss. She let him ravage her, giving it back in equal measure. “Tell me, Mimi. Tell me how it feels.”

“Full and achy and not enough.” Her brown eyes held a spark of mischief that sent heat to his balls. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s not enough, Renzo. I need more. I need…” that pretty pink blush stole into her cheeks as she dragged her nails down his back and onto his buttocks “…faster and harder. And I want to come again.”

“Yes to everything,bella,” he said, pulling her hips up and canting his down at the same time. This time when he stroked into her, the movement dragged against her popped clit.

She reacted instantly, her pelvis muscles choking him and clasping him harder and harder.