Page 79 of Corrupt Vows

Gasping and shivering, I ruin his hairstyle as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He hums, runs the flat of his tongue over my pussy, and opens his pants as he surges to his feet. I taste myself on his kiss and moan as he fits the head of his cock to my entrance.

“Be quiet,mia principessa, or they’ll hear us,” he whispers against my lips.

My senses heighten, and I focus on the voices in the hallway. He smirks and thrusts deep into my body, catching my scream with his mouth and ravishing me beyond words.

I explode into a million tiny, beautiful pieces as he pulls me close and fills me with his release.

“I love you, Serenity,” he breathes against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I whisper.

His gentle kiss brings tears to my eyes.

“None of that. Bella will kill me if I ruin your makeup,” he chuckles and grabs a few tissues from the box beside my hip.

I roll my eyes and take them from him.

“I can’t cry, but you can demand a quickie thirty minutes before I’m supposed to walk down the aisle?”

He smirks and plants a chaste kiss to my forehead.

“Who says this was a quickie?”

He tilts his hips. I gasp as his thick cock shifts inside me.

“Nico, stop,” I plead as a group of voices grows louder in the hall.

He pierces me with a heavy-lidded stare before lowering his attention between my legs. I bite back a moan as he pulls out, waits for his pearly white seed to drip from my folds, then pushes his tip back into my pussy.

“You’re so fucking sexy, dripping with my cum,” he groans.

“I’m already pregnant,” I say.

He quirks a brow and aims wicked eyes at me.

“There’s nothing wrong with practicing for next time,” he smirks.

I swat his chest before pushing on his sternum, but he doesn’t budge.

“I’m not even halfway through growing our first one and you’re planning baby number two already?”

“Hell yes,” he groans as he pushes deeper into me.

High heels clack against the marble floor in the hallway. I hiss his name and he relents, grabbing more tissues and cleaning me as best he can before tucking himself away and fixing my skirts.

When Natalie knocks on the door and calls out, I groan and hide my face behind my hands.

“We’re never going to hear the end of this,” I say.

Nico chuckles and spans his massive hand over the slight swelling of my lower belly.

“We’ll just tell her—”

We both freeze and slowly drop our gazes down to my stomach. It happens again. A tiny, fluttering sensation beats against his palm from inside my body.

It’s the strangest, coolest, most humbling moment of my life.

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