Chapter 78: Mariana's Pov

When my eyes open, I'm met with the most beautiful sight I've seen in days. Alejandro, sleeping peacefully, his lashes fluttering, arms still wrapped around me.

Wow!

How did we fall asleep?

I lean in and smack a kiss on his lips, causing him to stir a bit, groaning, his arms tightening firmer around me. I kiss him again, this time longer.

It doesn't take seconds before his mouth parts, his lips fusing with mine. I moan just as a groan vibrates throughout his body.

His eyes flutter open, just a tiny slit, the lazy gaze holding mine. It's like realization dawns on him and he retrieves his lips from mine in a swift motion. "Mariana. . ." He whispers groggily.

"Make love to me," I declare.

His brows pull into a furrow, lips formed into a pout. "I. . ." He starts and I cut him off.

"Please," I hush, my lips ghosting over his.

His resolve falters. And he's staring at me with adoration as well as restraint.

Then there's the feral desire burning in his eyes. In mine too. The rise and fall of our chests is like a clash of lust, love, hate, obsession, and indecision.

The feeling of Alejandro's bare skin against mine, his vulnerability meeting mine, his love crashing into mine, his hesitancy opposing mine, and his lust igniting mine-all of it creates a tension that sparks a wilding fire.

"Are you sure? If you're not-" Alejandro starts, his voice hesitant.

I cut him off, pressing my lips to his. I bite softly at his bottom lip, drawing a low moan from him as his hands grip my hips, grinding into me, careful not to squish my stomach.

"I'm sure, Alejandro. I want you," I whisper breathlessly, smacking a kiss on his lips.

"I need you," kiss.

"I'm desperate for you," kiss.

"I love you," kiss.

His chuckle is soft, almost disbelieving, but his eyes shine with happiness that warms me to my core. In one swift motion, he shifts, and my back meets the mattress. He kneels between my thighs, his gaze raking over me like I'm the most exquisite thing he's ever seen.

His hands trace my body, moving from under my ears down to my toes, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch.

"You're beautiful, Mariana, so beautiful you disarm me every time." He whispers, his eyes filled with unadulterated awe.

"And you're so handsome, so handsome I can't bring myself to look away from you," I say, my tone teasing.

He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes my heart flutter. I laugh too, the sound light and free, like a shared secret only we understand.

The laughter lasts for a brief moment, before our faces are clouded by something more serious, something deeper.

"Do you do this with Radimr? Do you allow him this much access to you?" He asks softly.

I smile at his vulnerability, at the way he wears his emotions so openly around me. "Your jealousy is meticulous," I reply, my tone light despite the weight of his words.

Alejandro smirks as he leans down. "It's just a question, baby girl." He says, his voice dropping an octave.

He leans in, his tongue trailing across my skin. He trails lower until his mouth encloses around my nipple, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud. I moan and arch into him.

"So responsive," he rasps as he pins my hands above my head, his lips ravaging mine. His kiss is deep, consuming, and his cock slides teasingly over my slick lips, driving me mad with want.

He pulls back and starts again, his lips trailing across every inch of my skin, his teeth grazing where he kisses. Each bite feels like a brand, his devotion carved into me. "You still taste as perfect as I remember," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

"Alejandro," I moan, my voice trembling with need. "I want more."

He doesn't make me wait. His mouth moves lower, his tongue finding me, teasing me. When he finally reaches the spot I need him most, a loud cry tears from my throat, my hips bucking against his mouth.

Alejandro grunts, teasing my clit, tasting me. I cry out, my hips bucking against him.

"So sweet," he groans. "Keep going, Mariana. Tell me what happens next."

His tongue moves faster. The pleasure builds, a crescendo that crashes over me with relentless force. I cry out his name, my body trembling beneath him as waves of ecstasy ripple through me.

When the high ebbs, I whisper, "I want you inside me. I want to feel all of you."

He lifts his head, grasping my wrist and guiding my fingers to clean the wetness off the corner of his mouth before drawing them into his. His tongue wraps around my fingers, his eyes dark and locked on mine.

Sliding into bed beside me, he pulls me close until my back rests against his chest. "I read that this is the safest way to make love to a pregnant woman," he murmurs.

I snort. "You've been reading up on how to make love to a pregnant woman? Such a pervert."

"Shut up," he grumbles.

"Make me," I retort.

He does make me. He throws one of my legs over his waist and pushes into me, his movements slow and deliberate. "Oh Dios, Mariana," he groans, his face buried in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

I let out a soft cry as he rolls his hips into me, the friction sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

"You like that? You like how perfectly we fit together?" He asks, his voice strained.

"Yes, Alejandro," I breathe, matching his movements as I press back against him. "We're perfect for each other."

His voice trembles as he whispers against my skin, "I suffered without you. These months without you were hell. You've captured my soul, Mariana."

Tears well in my eyes as I respond, "And you've captured mine."

That's all we needed to say to each other, to hear from each other.

Alejandro's movements grow deeper, more precise, his hands gripping my waist with a gentility that feels almost sacred.

Each thrust pulls a soft cry from my lips, the slow, measured pace building a steady rhythm. The heat of him, the closeness of his body pressed against mine, and the rhythm of his breaths in my ear all weave together into something more intoxicating than I ever imagined.

"Mariana," he groans, his voice trembling as though he's holding himself back. His lips find the curve of my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses that set my skin ablaze.

I tilt my head back against him, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. "Alejandro. . . don't hold back. I want all of you," I whisper, my voice a breathless plea.

His restraint melts, and his thrusts become fast paced. His control slips and he's finally letting himself feel the depth of this moment. His hand slides from my waist to my belly, resting there for a quick moment before traveling lower, his fingers finding the sensitive spot that makes me cry out his name.

The pleasure builds with every stroke, every kiss, every whispered word. I'm unraveling, my body arching against his as the tension coils tighter and tighter.

"You feel so perfect, Mariana," he murmurs softly, voice strained.

"You too. . . I can't get enough of you. . ."

The room is filled with the sound of us. Alejandro's groans and grunts, my moans and whimpers, and the slapping of our skin.

His hand finds mine, his fingers threading with my own as he begins moving at a more precise speed. I move with him, in sync.

"I can't. . . I'm so close," I gasp, my free hand clutching the sheet beneath me as the pleasure hightens, the wave of it so powerful it almost feels like too much.

"Let go for me," Alejandro whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've got you, baby. I've got you."

His words tip me over the edge, and the release crashes into me violently, pulling a cry from deep within me. My body trembles against his, my grip on his hand tightening as I ride the overwhelming surge of pleasure.

Moments later, Alejandro follows, his breath hitching as he shudders behind me, his own release spilling into me. He buries his face in my neck, groaning my name like a prayer as his body stills, his chest heaving against my back.

We lie there in the quiet, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling as we fight to steady our breathing. He presses a kiss to my temple, his hand never leaving mine.

"I love you, Mariana," he says softly, his voice steady now but filled with so much feeling it makes my heart ache.

I turn my head to meet his gaze, my smile soft. "I love you too, Alejandro. Always."

He kisses my temple again and I sigh in relief. "Let's rest a little bit more before we start putting the baby's clothes in order."

"You're such a mother," he jokes.

"Don't push it."

We both chuckle playfully.

It's so peaceful. I don't ever want it to end.