Chapter 81 GETTING HER PREGNANT
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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline’s entire body trembled as Luciano’s hands traced over her bare skin, his touch sending waves of fire through her veins.
She wasn’t sure when or how she had ended up laid out on the kitchen counter, but at this point, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Her mind was hazy, her breath coming in uneven gasps as he teased her, his fingers barely skimming the sensitive skin of her thigh before retreating, leaving her desperate for more.
Then, his lips followed.
Soft at first, a mere whisper of warmth against her skin, but then his tongue flicked out, dragging in a slow, deliberate motion that had her arching involuntarily.
The unexpected sensation tore a moan from her lips—loud, shameless.
Her own voice startled her.
Adeline’s eyes widened in horror as the sound echoed in the quiet space, her pulse hammering against her ribs.
She slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if she could somehow take it back. But it was too late.
Luciano stilled.
For a moment, he just looked at her, his dark eyes glittering with something wicked.
Then, that damn smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, slow and knowing.
“You’re louder than I expected,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement.
Adeline wanted to disappear.
“Shut up,” she whispered, her embarrassment only deepening as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against the shell of her ear.
“Why would I do that?” he teased, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her jaw.
“I like hearing you.”
Her heart nearly stopped.
Before she could even think of a response, his mouth was back on her, his lips and tongue moving in a way that had her gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.
Her body felt like it was melting, like every nerve was attuned to his touch, and just when she thought she might lose herself completely—
A sharp, sudden sound shattered the moment.
A phone.
Luciano’s phone.
The ringing was loud, insistent, and it was coming from the very counter she was sprawled on. Adeline barely registered it, lost in the dizzying haze of his touch, but Luciano groaned in annoyance against her skin.
“Let it go,” she whispered breathlessly, fingers curling against his shirt, trying to pull him back down.
But of course, Luciano did the opposite.
With a sigh, he reached up, grabbed the phone, and without even glancing at the screen, he pressed the speaker button.
Adeline barely had time to react before a familiar voice filled the room.
“Where the hell are you?” Christian’s voice was sharp, impatient.
Luciano, completely unbothered, hummed against her skin before answering.
“Busy eating.”
Adeline’s entire body went stiff.
Her face burned as she slapped both hands over her mouth, trying to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape.
She turned wide, horrified eyes to Luciano, who only smirked, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive spot on her thigh.
Christian sighed on the other end of the line.
“Eating? What the hell do you mean, eating? Adeline’s missing. Charles has his men out looking for her. They’re searching for you, too. Do you have any idea where she—wait.”
Silence.
Adeline’s stomach twisted in both mortification and anticipation as Christian processed Luciano’s words.
Then, his voice dropped, laced with realization.
“Having breakfast… Adeline. She’s with you.”
Adeline’s wide eyes met Luciano’s, but he only grinned, completely unashamed.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Christian snapped.
“Where is she?!”
Luciano hummed, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her thigh, sending little jolts of pleasure through her.
“She’s on the table.”
Adeline’s breath caught in her throat. She swore she could hear Christian’s brain short-circuiting.
“What’s she doing on the—” Christian cut himself off, and then, after a beat, cursed.
“Oh, you motherfucker.”
Luciano’s smirk deepened as Adeline let out a muffled whimper, her entire body burning with embarrassment.
She tried to push him away, tried to regain some semblance of control, but he refused, holding her in place as his tongue continued its slow, torturous movements against her skin.
“You need to get back home and fix this,” Christian barked, trying to stay focused despite clearly realizing the situation.
“Leonardo is losing his shit. Get your ass in gear.”
Luciano, completely unfazed, merely exhaled in mock exasperation.
“Let me eat first, then we’ll talk.”
Christian groaned.
“You’re a horny bastard, you know that?”
With that, the line went dead.
Adeline barely had time to process the exchange before Luciano’s grip tightened on her thighs, and the next thing she knew, she was gasping—loudly.
She shrieked as pleasure crashed over her, her hands flying to Luciano’s hair, pulling at him, but he only chuckled against her skin, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
“Where were we?”
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The warm water lapped gently against Adeline’s skin, the scent of lavender and rose petals filling the steamy air.
The bath was deep, the water just high enough to keep her submerged, her body boneless and exhausted after the relentless pleasure Luciano had drawn from her.
Her head rested against his broad chest, her breathing slow and soft, on the verge of sleep.
Luciano sat behind her, his arms wrapped lazily around her frame, holding her close.
His touch, which had been so demanding before, was now slow, almost reverent.
He dipped the cloth into the water and ran it gently along her shoulder, down the delicate curve of her arm, washing away the remnants of their earlier passion.
A small, contented sigh escaped her lips, and his gaze softened.
She looked fragile in moments like these, like something rare and precious, something only he had the privilege of holding.
His lips brushed against the top of her damp hair, his fingers grazing her stomach absentmindedly.
Then, his touch stilled, his palm spreading flat over her lower belly.
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
“I want you pregnant,” he murmured suddenly, his voice rich and deep.
Adeline’s lashes fluttered, and for a moment, she thought she had misheard him in her sleepy haze.
But then the words sank in, heat rushing to her cheeks.
Her breath hitched, her entire body tensing as her eyes snapped open.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at him, her lips parting in a small, breathless gasp.
Luciano’s golden-brown eyes held a dark amusement, but there was something else beneath it—something possessive, something primal.
“You…” she whispered, her voice barely above the rippling water.
His hand didn’t move from her stomach. Instead, his other one rose to cup her bare breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, making her suck in a sharp breath.
“I want to see you full,” he murmured against her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
“Soft and round… carrying my child.”
Her heart pounded wildly, a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and something far more dangerous coiling low in her stomach.
“Luciano…” she breathed, her fingers gripping his wrist, though she didn’t pull away.
He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through his chest.
“You’d look beautiful,” he mused, rolling her nipple between his fingers, watching as she arched slightly at the sensation.
“Glowing… walking around me, pouting, whining when your body feels too heavy… acting all spoiled because you know I’ll take care of you.”
Her breath came faster, her face impossibly warm.
The way he spoke, so confident, so sure, made her stomach tighten with something she couldn’t name.
His hand slowly trailed lower, down her belly, teasing the space just above her core.
“Let’s make it happen,” he whispered against her neck, his teeth grazing her damp skin.
Adeline shuddered, her resolve crumbling, her body betraying her even as her mind tried to protest.
Luciano smirked.
She was his.
And soon, she would carry proof of it.