Page 47 of Unspoken Ties

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around him in response. “I’m all ears.”

Ettore’s gaze turned intense, his hands tracing patterns on my back as he leaned into my ear. “First, we can try skin to skin contact,” he started, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. “Studies say physical contact releases oxytocin, which is good for both the mother and the baby in the early stages of pregnancy,” he continued, his fingers drifting upwards along my spine, tracing over each vertebrae with an intimate familiarity.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” he said, his breath ghosting over my skin and making me shiver. “So we better get those clothes off of you.”

Immediately, Ettore’s hands began to wander. His warm fingers danced up my side, tracing the curve of my waist before they reached the hem of my sweater. He paused, his eyes meeting mine in a question. I nodded, giving him silent permission.

With a devilish smirk that was enough to have my heart racing again, he lifted the fabric, his touch setting off sparks wherever it landed. He moved with the graceful efficiency of a predator, only this time, his prey was more than willing.

Soon enough, my clothes lay discarded on the floor and I was pressed against him, feeling every line and curve of his toned body. His skin was hot against mine, the contact sparking a rush of warmth that spread through me like wildfire.

His touch was electric, gently moving over my exposed skin and igniting sensations that left me breathless. I dug my fingers into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against me as he bent his head to capture mylips in a searing kiss. His lips were warm, moving with a slow passion that twisted my insides with need. I moaned softly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, pulling me further into the whirlpool of intense desire he stirred within me.

“Bedroom,” he muttered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of shivers through me.

Nodding mutely, I let him guide me backward, trusting him to navigate the familiar space. He moved with the deftness of a panther stalking its prey, never breaking the fiery kiss that had now consumed both of us. I found myself back against the cool sheets, with him towering above me. His eyes were dark and hungry as they roamed over my body.

Ettore’s fingers danced along the curve of my hip, their warmth seeping into me. “Beautiful,” he muttered, his gaze locked with mine as his hand traced over my stomach, up to the valley between my breasts and skimming lightly over my collarbone. His touch was like a brand, searing through me and leaving me trembling beneath him. It was as though he knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me fall apart with just a mere brush of his fingers against my skin.

His movements were unhurried, as if he was savoring every second of our intimate encounter. His lips met mine again in a sensual dance, his hand still exploring the contours of my body. Every touch, every caress, seemed to stoke the fire within me, making me want more of him.

“Ettore,” I gasped, tangling my fingers in his tousled hair as the intensity of his passion left me breathless.

His answering groan was deep and primal, causing an answering tremor to run through me. He drew back slightly, his dark eyes burning into mine, a raw hunger clearly etched on his chiseled face.

“Please fuck me,” I whined in a voice I barely recognized as my own. The heated need coursing through me had stripped away any inhibition, leaving raw, unadulterated desire in its place.

“Hm, I never thought I’d hear you say something so lewd,” he said, a wicked grin playing on his lips. His warm brown eyes were lit with a feral gleam, like a wolf who’d just cornered a doe in the wilderness. “I can certainly accommodate that request.”

Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with a fervor that left me reeling. I could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against mine, a tantalizing hint of what was to come.

His fingers danced along the curves of my body as he kicked off his own clothes, taking a moment to admire me fully before moving in again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin. His lips trailed down my body, each kiss sending a jolt of anticipation through me.

His mouth found one of my breasts and he gently took the peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a tantalizing rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but I craved more. A soft moan escaped from my lips as he switched to the other, lavishing it with the same attention that left me panting in want.

His hand drifted down my body, tracing along the curve of my hip and then lower. I gasped as he touched my slit, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me at the intimate contact. He smirked against my skin at my reaction, continuing his sensual torment. His fingers traced the length of my folds, his touch feather-light and tantalizingly slow. I bucked under his touch, desperation for more contact making me bold.

Ettore’s low chuckle was drowned by my soft gasp as he sank a finger into me, slowly drawing it out, only to push it back in again. The rhythm was maddening, slowly building me uptowards an edge I was desperately eager to go over. His thumb found my clit, painting slow circles around the sensitive nub and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

I whimpered in response, my body growing impatient with each passing second. I needed him. Now. The anticipation was too much, the building pressure inside me begging for release.

“Inside,” I begged, my voice strained with uncontrolled need.

“You’ve grown increasingly bold over these past few months,” he said, kissing up my slit to my belly button. “I love it.”

His lips found mine in a searing kiss as his hand left my core to line himself up to my entrance. With a swift motion, he pushed inside me; the intrusion making me gasp as I adjusted to his size. He was large and stretched me deliciously, causing a sensation of fullness that made me whimper.

Ettore’s grunt of satisfaction met my ear as he remained still for a moment, waiting for me to adjust before beginning a steady rhythm. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, tormenting me with a pleasure that was just shy of my breaking point.

The way he moved, the way he touched, the way he looked at me; it was all too much. It was overwhelming in the most exquisite way possible. With every thrust and every grind, he claimed me as his own, marking me in ways that words could never explain.

Ettore’s fingers found their way back to my clit, circling it with a ruthless precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. His other hand slipped under my lower back, pulling me closer into him for an even deeper connection.

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