Page 107 of The Don's Soulmate

My hand reaches up to touch his face, feeling the rough stubble of his jaw beneath my fingertips. Ettore looks up quizzically and then sees what I desire. Him.

Without a word, Ettore leans in and places a thumb over my chin, bringing me closer until our lips meet. I close my eyes, feeling him stake his claim, his tongue prying my mouth open, driving into me.

I moan into his mouth, my hand still clutching his rough, rugged face. His other hand now travels down my back, finding its way beneath the fabric of my nightgown, cupping my ass with fervor.

"You're mine," he growls and pushes me down gently on the bed, adjusting himself over my body. I feel his cock hardening against me, the telltale sign of his arousal. "And nobody will ever take you away from me."

“Nobody,” I whisper into his mouth, biting his lower lip.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as our kiss deepens with hunger. We come up for air, both panting and gasping. Ettore looks into my eyes, searching for something: reassurance, love, trust. I give it all to him.

He grins as his fingers reach for the buttons of my nightgown. Getting exhausted of the slow progress, he decides to tear thefabric from my body instead. It rips with a sharp sound, and instantly, I cover my body with my arms.

I’m not used to him seeing me like this, naked—all swollen belly, enlarged breasts.

"I’ve never seen you this beautiful before," he murmurs, almost as though he can read my thoughts, his voice a low growl that vibrates through my very core. His hands slide down my sides, tracing the swell of my hips and the protruding curve that now houses our unborn child. The wonder and tenderness in his touch brings a blush to my cheeks. But this time around, it’s not from embarrassment or shame. It’s from knowing how desired I am.

I let my hands fall to my sides, letting him see me completely naked. He bends his head to my breasts, licking my nipple gently before moving to the other. I glide my hands through his hair, pulling him up, throwing my head back, guiding his mouth to my throat.

He sucks on my skin gently, grazing my skin with his teeth. I can feel my hips start to move involuntarily, seeking the friction that only him inside me brings.

He grows impatient too and without warning, parts my legs. His fingers reach up my thighs, leaving a hot trail of sizzling heat until he reaches my soft folds. Gently, he taps the corner of his finger against my pussy.

“Ettore, please…” I beg, my voice hoarse.

He plunges his finger inside me.

“So wet already,” he moans.

I arch my back at his touch, my hands gripping his arms tightly. He adds another finger, stretching me out. I bite my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Ettore's eyes darken with lust, and he leans down, his mouth claiming mine in a wild, hungry kiss.

"I'm going to take you now," he growls against my lips and begins to plunge in and out. It’s gentle at first and then beastly, just how I like it.

My head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as I cry out his name over and over again. He curves his fingers, tapping on my inside walls, just beneath my clit. I'm close, I whisper between moans, my body tensing under his.

He takes his spare hand and gently kneads my breast, my nipple hardening under his touch. He squeezes it just a little and begins to move his fingers in a circular pattern. I tighten my legs around his hand, closing my eyes, focusing on all the points he hits me and then, it’s that one spot I so love.

“Right there, baby,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

He rams his finger against my sweet spot and a small electric spark forms. I scream, throwing back my head as my legs begin to tremble and that spark turns into an entire inferno, making my hips buck, pushing my back down on the bed, and it erupts through my entire body.

His fingers continue their magic as I come undone beneath him, my body shuddering with pleasure. When at last I am spent, my chest heaving so, Ettore pulls out, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly. He positions himself just at my entrance.

"Etto—Ettore," I stammer, feeling both shy and emboldened by my desire for something specific. I want—can we try something different tonight?" Even as the words leave my lips, I'm struck by how far we've come and how much I trust him to voice my desires without fear or hesitation.

He regards me with a mixture of surprise and admiration, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "Certo, cara, sono qui per servirti." -Of course darling, I’m here to serve- he says softly, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Tell me what you want."

“Can you… fuck me from behind?” I ask, swallowing my embarrassment. I watch as his expression shifts from curiosity to eager anticipation, but then a dark cloud follows.

“Cara, I hate not giving you what you want, but from what I have read,” he says with a pained expression on his face, “we should avoid strenuous activity.”

“Sex isn’t strenuous,” I protest. “In fact, doctors recommend it even. It helps reduce stress, and eases body aches.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, a slow smirk creeping across his face. "Doctors, huh? I see you've been doing your research. Very well, cara. If this is what the doctor ordered, then we have nochoice but to oblige." My heart races as Ettore's strong hands gently guide me onto my knees, arranging pillows beneath my belly.

"Is this okay?" he asks in a low, husky voice, his concern evident even as the heat of desire flickers in his icy blue eyes.

"Y-yes," I reply, trying to steady my breathing. I reach out, my hands holding the railing of the bed. He beds down over me, from behind, and whispers in my ear. “Now, what was it you wanted again?

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