Page 115 of Angelo

Brown and blue-gray eyes bore into her with suspicion. "Out with it, wife! You know how much I hate it when you keep secrets from me."

She stalled to build suspense, poking fun at him in Italian,"Non riesco ancora a credere che ci sia voluto così tanto tempo per capire che parlo bene l'italiano..." I still can't believe it took you so long to realize that I'm fluent in Italian.

He protested, "In my defense, I always suspected you, I was simply too much of a gentleman to call you out..."

"Is that so?"

"Of course!"

Elyse gazed up at her husband with a coy expression. "At any rate, I'm afraid another child might not be possible tonight..."

Alessandro scowled in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"It's not possible," Elyse explained, smiling faintly, "because Nicco already has a little brother, or sister, on the way."

In the dark of their bedroom, she watched an entiretelenovelaof emotions play across her husband's handsome face.

Shock.

Awe.

Joy.

He stuttered in wonderment, "You are with child?"

She beamed and nodded. "Yes."

Alessandro exclaimed, "When did it happen?"

"Do you remember," she drawled, "what you did to me that afternoon? Right before you left for London?"

That afternoon—they'd left Nicco at home with Luca, Monte, and the nanny and traveled to the Port of Palermo where Alessandro proceeded to tie Elyse up in several compromising positions and fuck the living daylights out of her all over their private yacht.

A proud, satisfied grin spread across Alessandro's face as these naughty memories appeared to surface in his mind. Her husband cheered with a hearty laugh, quickly shuffling down Elyse's body to rain kisses all over her stomach.

It was too early for her bump to show, but he whispered to her belly, nevertheless, "Hello, little one.Papàcannot wait to meet you."

Then, Alessandro scrambled back up to cradle Elyse's face between his palms as though she was his most treasured possession. In thick, gruff tones, he said, "Thank you,cuore mio, for this beautiful life that you have given me."

Elyse didn't know if thebeautiful lifeAlessandro referred to was the baby inside her or if he was talking about their life together. Either way, Elyse's heart had never felt fuller. Her breath hitched slightly when she countered, "I feel the same way. Everything you've given me feels like a gift."

He expressed in Italian,"Ti amo, cuore mio."

She mirrored his love in Spanish,"Te amo, mi corazón."

They'd begun conversing regularly with one another in all three languages. Italian, English, and Spanish. There were no more secrets between husband and wife.

Elyse drew Alessandro's face down to kiss him deeply. Two months without her husband's touch had felt like an eternity. Elyse wanted to show him how much she missed him. He seemed to feel the same. One of Alessandro's hands wandered over to palm her breast, tweaking and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger in a very pleasurable way. His other hand reached over to pull down her panties. His boxers disappeared soon after.

"Everything I do," Alessandro mumbled in distracted tones as his cock began nudging its way between her thighs, "I do it with your happiness in mind."

She spread her legs wider for him, moaning as he gently rocked his shaft into her welcoming sheath, "I know, baby, I know."

Alessandro began to fuck her, lovingly, adoringly, and Elyse's eyesrolled heavenward as euphoria overtook her senses. Every one of his thrusts felt like a promise. Every one of her gasps, every one of his moans, bound them even closer in all of life's blessings and burdens. The physical manifestation of their love always overwhelmed her. It swept Elyse away to a place that felt almost sacred in its soul-searing glory.

Afterward, Alessandro held her close to his chest and gifted her with another blessing, "The merger is done, by the way."

Hope dared to bloom in her chest. "Is it really over?"

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