Page 142 of The Devil's Fire

“You shouldn’t have worried about that.”

“I didn’t know if you would be happy about it.” I said quietly. I tried to control my breathing, feeling my heart beat faster as I waited for him to say something.

Damiano’s eyes softened, a beautiful smile on his lips.

“My Althaia, why wouldn’t I be happy when it’s with you?” He spoke warmly. His eyes held everything my soul thirsted for.

Certainty and joy.

I moved to straddle his lap and placed my hands on his cheeks, caressing them. My heart overflowed with warmth and happiness. He was happy about it. It was the only thing that mattered to me.

“We are having a baby.” I whispered.

“We are.” Damiano smiled, his eyes were bright and filled with so much tenderness. “No more tears.” He wiped away the tears that had escaped, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. These were tears of happiness.

“Se agapó.” I whispered with a smile on my lips, and I let myself get lost in his eyes.

God, I loved his eyes so much. And I loved him even more.

Damiano looked deep into my eyes when I said those words to him. I didn’t expect him to know what it meant. I just had to tell him.

“E ti amo.” He whispered back. For a split second, I held my breath, trying to figure out if I heard him correctly. “Ti amo, Althaia.” He said once again.

He knew what I said.

My heart went still for a second before furiously pounding, sending me over the edge as everything in me fluttered. I let out a breath, shuddering because of the tingles that shot right through me when he slid his fingers into my hair and cupped my face.

“My Althaia, I love you.” Damiano confessed again. I bit my lip to avoid another tearful round.

“And I love you, Damiano.”

He let out another one of his beautiful smiles before slowly leaning in. His lips brushed against mine ever so lightly before he kissed me. It was a small, soft peck, yet it had me gasping. It was electric and pulsing when his tongue ran across my lips before completely sealing me with his lips.

I was desperate for more. I wanted to feel all of him, just to make sure I was truly in his arms again, and it wasn’t a dream I would wake up from. I leaned in closer, deepening the kiss and tasting his tongue.

My body was burning, our passionate kiss turning wilder, desperate, hungry; so much that our kiss was only broken when we undressed. We had been away from each other for too long, and it showed as we held onto each other as if one of us would disappear.

Damiano laid me flat on my back with him on top of me. His lips trailed to the side of my face, plastering small kisses as he went down to my neck, kissed and sucked my skin. It had me softly moaning, my whole body feeling electric. So much it was almost unbearable. I have missed his touch, and the way he would roam my body, and touching me all in the right places.

“Fuck, how I have missed your moans…” Damiano’s voice was low, deep, and husky. It made me feel like I was on fire; even more when he positioned himself at my entrance.

I exhaled a moan when he slowly entered me.

“So fucking tight…” He grunted in pleasure.

Damiano rested his head against mine as he slowly moved his hips against me, giving me time to adjust to him after so long. He filled me up to the brim, stretching my walls completely.

“Don’t hold them back. Let me hear you.” He groaned, and hungrily went to my lips, pulling my lip with his teeth before shoving his tongue inside as his thrusts went faster and harder.

I moved my hips against him too, getting a satisfying sound from deep in his throat. Our breathing was loud and heavy as our bodies moved flush against each other.

“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He growled, and I whimpered when he pulled my legs higher around his waist, gasping at how deep he went at this angle.

The familiar, tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach built, taking me higher and higher as he pushed his thick cock into me. In and out, faster and faster as he panted and grunted, close to his own release.

“Oh God, Damiano!” I cried out. The intense climax rippled through me, having me gasp and arch my back as my pussy trembled in pleasure.

“Piccola, fuck!” His hand gripped my thigh tightly as I felt his warm release.

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