Page 86 of City of Wind and Lies

Bowie's teeth graze my earlobe as he rasps, "I guess you need help with that." Flexing his grip, he restricts my airflow, and his other arm bands across my hips, holding me flush against him as he speeds up his assault.

Each time Bowie breaches a new kink with me, there’s a split moment of panic that punches all the air from my lungs. But never once, not even when there’s been pain in the name of pleasure, have I ever truly feared him. I know deep in my soul he’ll take care of me, and the look of adoration that plays in his hazel eyes confirms it.

The lack of oxygen is making me light-headed, but just as it's about to become too much, he drops his hand to my clit and gives it a pinch as he looks at me through the mirror. "Let me see you shatter, Passerotta."

My breath returns to my body the same moment I topple off the edge, and goddamn it's fucking euphoric.

Every inch of my skin tingles and intense pleasure surges through my veins, making my legs quiver beneath me. Bowie never stops his thrusts; he fucks me right through one of the most insane orgasms of my life as he finds his own release.

After that revolutionary dicking, I don't trust my legs even a little to support me right now. So I relax back into his grip, resting my head on his shoulder and listening to the beat of his thundering heart with his cock still seated deep inside.

When the flush leaves our skin, he eases himself out, turning me and placing me on the counter, like I weigh nothing. I love how he handles me, there’s just something inherently sexy about a man who can throw you around.

"How'd you know?" I ask as he moves a warm washcloth between my thighs.

"Know what?" he challenges, tucking away his softening cock and buckling his belt.

"That I needed this."

"You pick at the skin around your nails when you're anxious," he answers, helping me off the counter, sliding my panties up, and giving my pussy a pat through the fabric. "Now, let's get back out there."

Bowie escorts me out of the bathroom, my knees wobbling a little bit as he brings me into the sitting room to rejoin his family.

"There you two are!" Corinne calls out as we enter. "Come sit, I'll get you a glass of Sambuca."

"Oh, no thank you," I say as we take up a spot on one of the sofas across from Rocco and Isa.

Isa is busy talking about how her grandma has been sick and her plans to go to California soon for a visit. I’ve never experienced a loss like that, but something about the way her eyes glisten as she talks about her family makes my heart pinch for her.

"You didn't have any wine with dinner," Bowie’s mom admonishes, offering us both a glass tumbler. "These dinners are all about relaxing and enjoying yourself, you don't have to be shy. If you're worried about getting home, my Bowie will be fine to drive when you leave, or we have plenty of guest rooms."

"Ma," Bowie's voice is firm as he takes both glasses from her and sets them aside. "Wren said no."

Corinne's perfectly manicured brows furrow together as she eyes her son. "Yes dear, you're right. I'm sorry for being so pushy, Wren."

The conversations around us fade out and heat crawls up my spine as I feel everyone’s eyes land on me. I've never wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole more than I do right now.

Sensing my discomfort again, Bowie's arm cradles my shoulders, pulling me against his form. His fingers trace gentle circles over my bicep as his brow raises in question. Inhaling deeply, I give him a small nod, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

His lips curve into a soft smile as he turns to the rest of the room. “We have some news.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Rocco smirk, his eyes alight with a comforting reassurance. We don’t really know each other that well, but I appreciate his efforts.

“Well?” Corinne asks eagerly. “What is it?”

“Wren’s pregnant.”

My stomach bottoms out as I stand there, feeling the full weight of everyones in the room’s gazes bearing down on me, and it feels like the silence stretches a lifetime before the reactions start.

Sal's eyes round in curiosity as he drums his fingers on the arm of his chair- not the reaction I was expecting. Rocco smirks, Isa and Lisa have genuine smiles across their faces. Nicky spits her drink out, and Corinne's mouth rounds in surprise as she gasps, “Che buono!”

“How far along are you?” she asks, eyes glossing over as they ping between Bowie and me.

“Around ten weeks,” I answer softly.

“That’s just wonderful, I’m so happy for you two!” She holds open her arms, flapping her hands at me for a hug. My cheeks heat as I move to accept her congratulations, her flowery perfume filling my nose as her arms wind around me, holding me tightly against her. I swear my arms are about to go numb when she finally releases me. She latches onto Bowie next, whispering something in Italian.

Just like Bowie promised, everyone is excited for us, showering us with well wishes, more questions, and of course, more hugs.

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