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She wailed in pleasure, and I smiled against her lips.

This was a connection.

Deep and intense.

Loving and passionate.

The perfect mix.

Just like her.

I placed my arms beside her, thrusting with renewed vigor.

I could tell she was close. Her breath was shallow and ragged, her legs digging deeper into the mattress.

My movements were focused on one thing: giving her exactly what she wanted.

She writhed beneath me and clutched the bedsheets in her fists roughly as she bit my lips.

Then, with one final thrust, I felt her walls clamp down on me, and her body began to convulse as she screamed out in an exasperated and breathy moan.

I groaned, spent, my body unable to take any more as my member lurched and bit out in sensitivity.

“Wow,” she breathed as I collapsed next to her.

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

"Luca," she half-whispered, half-moaned, bringing her head to my neck and kissing it before nuzzling into my chest.

I smiled. “Annabelle,” I sighed, her fingers dancing across my head in small tender circles.

“I love you,” she said sweetly.

I closed my eyes and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, too.”

EPILOGUE

Annabelle

I stood before the mirror, the soft morning light casting its warm glow upon my pregnant belly. My hand instinctively moved to caress it, as if to say, “Good morning,” to my future son. I smiled as I felt the flutter of life stir inside of me.

I glanced back over my shoulder and sleeping in bed was my husband, Luca.

I felt a whirlwind of emotions well within me as I silently prayed every night our son could look and be like him. He was loyal. Compassionate. Brave.

Luca was everything.

And the love that I had for him was indescribable.

He lay nestled within our white sheets, his bare body revealed to my appreciative gaze. I smirked. The soft glow of the light from the window, the same one that cast on my son within my belly, danced across his sculpted form, accentuating every single one of his beautiful contours.

Every line spoke of the perfection of his physical being

But the way my stomach still whirled two years later showed the perfection of the rest of him; his internal being.

Luca was the greatest man I had ever known.

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