Chapter 216 Book 2 CHPT 48: To Be Adored By A Don

Chapter 216 Book 2 CHPT 48: To Be Adored By A Don
VALENTINO’S POV

The first taste of her hit my tongue: sweet, warm, and purely her.

I groaned against her flesh, my eyes fluttering shut as I licked a long, slow strip from her entrance to her clit.

“Val…” 

Her breath hitched above me, her fingers threading into my hair.

I looked up at her, watching those beautiful eyes go hazy as I pressed my mouth harder against her.

“I know it’s been long for us, mia. I know you’ve been carrying our baby, and we’ve been apart. But today…”

I kissed her clit, soft and teasing.

“Today, I’m going to fuck the whole nine months I’ve been away from you out of that gorgeous body.”

A shaky smile crossed her lips. “Please, be careful of the little one.”

“Of course, amore.” I kissed her inner thigh, then back to her center.

“Just let me know when you enjoy it, yeah?”

She laughed breathlessly, and that sound—God, I’d kill to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.

I reached for the hem of her gown, lifting it until it covered my head, disappearing under the fabric.

Darkness wrapped around me, but I didn’t need light.

I knew every inch of her by heart.

My mouth found her again, and I dove in like a starving man.

I licked and sucked, my tongue circling her clit in slow strokes that made her hips buck against my face.

My fingers joined the party, sliding into her slick heat with ease (she was soaked, absolutely dripping for me), and I curled them just right, searching for that spot I’d memorized years ago.

“Oh… oh God, Val…” Her moans filtered down through the fabric.

“Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”

I didn’t.

I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, fast and filthy, while my fingers pumped in and out, fucking her slow and deep.

Her juices coated my chin, my lips, everything, and I couldn’t get enough.

“More, baby, please… give me more…”

I looked up at her from under the gown, catching just enough light to see her head thrown back, her mouth open, those perfect tits rising and falling with every desperate breath.

The sight made my cock ache.

I pulled back just enough to speak against her, my breath hot on her swollen flesh.

“You want more, moglie mia? You want me to eat this pretty pussy until you scream?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

I grinned against her and went back in, sucking her clit hard while I pushed three fingers inside her, stretching her, filling her the way my cock would soon.

Her orgasm hit like a wave.

I felt it in the way her walls clenched around my fingers, in the gush of warmth that flooded my mouth as I kept sucking, kept licking, drawing it out until she was trembling and whimpering above me.

I pulled back, pushing the gown off my head and rising to my feet.

She looked wrecked in the best way… flushed, breathless, eyes glassy with pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you now, my queen.”

She bit her lip. “Be careful with the baby.”

“Always.” I leaned in, kissing her slow and deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

When I pulled back, I cupped her face. “Do you know why I want to do this?”

She shook her head, still catching her breath.

“Because I heard that good sex can induce labor.” I grinned, pressing my forehead to hers.

“And I can’t wait to meet our baby. I hate seeing you go through the stress of carrying all this weight alone. So I want to ease you. I want to fuck you until our baby comes.”

Her eyes widened, then softened into something warm and amused.

“Oh wow. Bold plan.”

“Trust me, baby. I’m committed.”

She laughed, then paused. “Wait. What about that thing… Rocco said?”

I stilled, then met her eyes steadily.

“Trust me, baby. These past six months, I haven’t reached out to you—not because I didn’t want to. I’ve been treating myself, making sure I’d never harm you or our child in any way ever again.”

I stroked her cheek. “I’m perfectly okay now. I promise.”

She searched my eyes for a long moment. “Okay, baby. I trust you.”

I kissed her forehead.

“After what Rocco said that time, I made sure to get the help I needed. Took the necessary medications. I will never let anything hurt you again. Never.”

“Good.” She nodded. “Same here… the child was weak at a time, but thankfully I found a good doctor who helped.”

“I heard you got the family doctor arrested?”

“Yes.” She held my gaze. “Got him arrested. His license revoked.”

“That’s my wife.” I smiled, brushing my thumb over her lips.

“Now enough of the bad memories,” I kissed her deeply, then pulled back.

“Let’s focus on the beautiful one we’re about to create.”

I grinned, then gently guided her toward the balcony railing.

The mid-morning air was warm, and the view of the ocean behind us stretched out endlessly beyond the mountains.

I positioned her carefully, making sure her back was supported, her belly wasn’t pressed, and her weight was distributed comfortably.

“Is this okay? Does this work for you?”

She nodded, gripping the railing. “It’s perfect.”

Then paused, raising an eyebrow. “Here? Outside?”

I laughed low, stepping behind her and pressing against her ass, letting her feel how hard I was.

“I made sure this villa is private, baby. The view behind is just cliffs and ocean. Nobody’s going to see us.”

“And if they do?”

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“Then they should get used to it. This is me and my wife. I don’t give a fuck.”

She shivered, and I reached around to lift her gown, bunching it at her waist until her ass was bare against me.

I guided my cock to her entrance, already slick with her juices, and pushed in slowly.

So fucking slowly.

Her head dropped forward, a moan spilling from her lips as I filled her inch by inch.

She was tight (God, so fucking tight) but soaked, and her walls welcomed me like I’d never left.

“Fuck, Val…” she breathed. “I missed this… I missed you…”

I gripped her hips gently, holding back the urge to slam into her.

“I missed you too, moglie mia. So much.”

I started moving, slowly and deeply, each thrust gentle and careful.

My eyes stayed on her, watching for any sign of discomfort.

“Does it hurt you?” I asked, my voice strained. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“No… no, it doesn’t hurt.”

She looked back at me over her shoulder, those blue eyes full of heat and love.

“I miss you so much. I miss this.”

“I know, baby. I miss it too.” I thrust deeper, feeling her walls flutter around me.

“Fuck, you’re so drenched for me.”

Inside my head, I couldn’t help the thought: pregnant women really are something else. She’s dripping.

I leaned forward, one hand bracing on the railing beside hers, the other snaking around to palm her belly, feeling our baby safe and snug inside her while I moved behind her.

“Tell me when you’re about to come, baby.”

She nodded, her moans getting louder and breathier. I sped up just a fraction, still careful, still gentle, but enough to make her gasp.

“Val—I’m close—I’m—”

“Come for me, baby. Let go.”

Her body clenched around me, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came undone.

I felt it everywhere: in the way she tightened, in the way she trembled against me, in the gush of warmth that flooded my cock.

But then…

She stiffened. Her hand flew to her stomach.

“Wait—” she gasped. “Stop—”

I pulled out immediately, my own orgasm forgotten, panic slicing through me.

“What? What is it? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?”

She pressed a hand to her belly, her face twisted in discomfort.

“I don’t know… my stomach hurts a little…”

I scooped her into my arms carefully, cradling her against my chest.

“Come here, baby. Let’s get you inside.”

I pushed through the balcony doors with her in my arms, my heart pounding hard against my ribs, a sharp edge of fear creeping in with every step.

As I crossed halfway into the bedroom, something warm and wet brushed against my arm.

I frowned and glanced down.

Her eyes widened at the exact same moment.

Slowly, we both looked toward the floor just as a small puddle began to form beneath her, trailing down her legs.

Her head snapped back up, her eyes locking onto mine, wide and breathless.

“Val…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I think you did it…”

My heart slammed hard against my chest, panic and disbelief hitting at the same time.

“The baby’s coming.”