I groaned, looking down at him. “You know what my eyes look like.”
“But I’ve never seen my wife come on my cock.”
My heart fluttered. There was no mistaking the love in his gaze. After all this time, it was hard to believe that Luca was all mine. I slid my hand from his shoulder, letting it settle over his heart. The ornate black tattoo of my name peeked through my spread fingers.
Luca’s hand covered mine, and I stared into his dark eyes. Our bodies slid against one another, our heavy breaths mingling, adding to the heat between us. “I’m yours, Sasha.” He squeezed my fingers. “Forever.” He thrust up, and my mouth fell open with a moan. My palm slipped from the edge of the table, and he gathered me up in his hold, his hips slamming up into me while I remained pinned to his chest. “And you're mine, Sasha.”
Tears blurred my vision as I clung to him. “I’m yours. Forever.”
A fire lit in his eyes, and he gripped my hips tighter, his fingertips digging into my thick hips. “Mine.” The possessiveness in his voice curled around me, making me shiver. “Your heart,” he panted as he impaled me on his cock. “Your mind. Your soul. Mine.” He thrust over and over until my orgasm careened through me with a violence I’d never experienced. Every part of my body trembled, leaving me a shaking heap on his lap. I crashed my lips into his, kissing, biting, and licking as Luca chased his own release.
He groaned, breaking away from our kiss. His hand circled my throat, his grip tight enough to hold me in place. “Fucking perfect. You should see yourself.” Luca licked his lip. Beads of sweat trailed down his temple as he continued his assault between my legs. His serious gaze never left mine as his features twisted in blissful agony, his movements becoming jerky until he stilled under me.
Sliding his hand up my neck, he brushed his thumb under my eye, wiping away a tear. “You okay?” He placed a sweet kiss on my lips.
I snorted. “My legs are noodles. I’d say I’m more than okay.”
He chuckled, shifting in the chair, reminding me he was still deep inside me. We both groaned, and I rested my forehead on his shoulder. “Give me a second.”
Falling into a fit of laughter, we hugged each other close, neither of us eager to break away.
From somewhere in the next room, an alarm sounded on my phone. “Ugh. Give me a minute.” I awkwardly stood, Luca slipping from my body.
As I turned, Luca caught my hand. “Don’t take it.” He eased off the chair, pulling my back to his chest. Resting our joined hands on my stomach, he contentedly sighed against my neck. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our children.”
I bit my lip, knowing he wouldn’t like what I was about to say. “I don’t think now’s the right time.”
“Why not?” I frowned over my shoulder, and he shrugged. “I don’t see any reason to wait.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped out of his hold and faced him. “Oh, I don’t know. The fact we just eloped because we know the FBI is closing in around us?”
Luca shuffled closer, his hands running up and down my arms. “Around me, and now we’re protected if the worst happens.”
“Exactly, the worst could still happen.”
“I’ve got you. Everything will be fine.” Luca’s words did little to calm me. “Just think about it. Okay?” He kissed my forehead.
“I will.”
Luca’s pants buzzed, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m going to check that, then meet you upstairs?”
I nodded under his chin, the coolness of the room chilling my ass as he let me go. Soon enough, I was alone in the dining room, stark naked and wondering how Luca could be so optimistic.
Sure, his family had probably gone through things like this, but to contemplate bringing a baby into this mess? He had to have lost his mind.
I crossed the cold hardwood to the kitchen tile, my phone still chiming on the counter. Turning it off, I grabbed my birth control pack. One little pill and I would be free to bang another day without worrying about bringing any kids into this fucked up situation.
Tapping the case on the butcher block, I stared out the window at the backyard.
Would it be so bad?
Yes.
I popped out the pill and dry swallowed. Luca would have to wait until he wasn’t being investigated for murder to knock me up. I gathered our clothes and went up to the bedroom, where Luca was already in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
He didn’t ask about the pill, and I didn’t mention it. We went about our regular bedtime routines and fell into a heap.
Luca wrapped me in his arms, his fingers twisting my engagement ring. “I can’t believe we’re married. Sucker.”