Chapter 55 Chapter 55
Lily
It’s been a month since I told Sebastian about the pregnancy, and life feels like it’s shifting into something new, something beautiful. Sebastian has bought us a house, a modern masterpiece of glass and stone. It has a sprawling garden where I can already imagine five kids running around. There’s a huge swimming pool that glistens under the sunlight, four spacious bedrooms, a vast living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, and a calmness I never knew I needed.
I’ve started decorating the nursery, even though we don’t know the gender yet. The little crib is already placed by the window, and soft neutral colors fill the room. Sebastian keeps saying he wants more kids—one isn’t even born yet, but his dreams already stretch further. He has been incredibly careful with me, protective in every way. He makes time for me, despite everything that still weighs on him.
Bella visits often, bringing laughter and distraction. Dante and Antonio stop by, and sometimes Don Manchini and even the Godfather come for dinner. Sebastian prefers to host his meetings here now, rather than leave me alone in the house. Jane, our servant, keeps everything in order, cooking and cleaning, while I pour my free hours into writing. My book is almost ready, and by next month, it will be released.
In the evenings, Sebastian often sits with a glass of whiskey while I read aloud from my manuscript. He listens carefully, devouring every detail, asking questions, wanting to know everything. He tells me my voice makes the words more alive, and when he looks at me while I read, I know he means it.
Tonight, I slip into a bikini and step into the heated pool. The water hugs my skin, warm and soothing. I lean against the side, resting my head back, staring up at the fading sky. A familiar sound makes me turn—Sebastian’s car pulling into the garage.
My lips curl into a smile as I watch him step out. He’s in all black again—shirt, pants, even the shine of his shoes. Dangerous. Commanding. My heart quickens, as it always does when he looks at me.
He walks toward me with that slow, predatory confidence, his hands tucked casually in his pockets, his eyes locked on me like I belong only to him. “Hi, angel,” he says, smirking. His voice is low, velvety, dripping with intent.
“Hi, husband,” I reply, teasing.
His gaze darkens as it sweeps over me. “You look so sexy,” he murmurs, his words almost a growl.
Without breaking eye contact, I slide the straps of my bikini top down and let it fall into the water, my bare boobs rising above the surface. I grin at him, playful, daring.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head as if I’ve driven him over the edge. In one swift motion, he strips off his shirt, pants, and shoes. No hesitation. He dives into the pool, the water splashing around us, and in an instant, his strong arms are around me.
I giggle, my laughter echoing under the night sky.
“You drive me crazy, Lily,” he growls against my neck, holding me tight, his lips brushing my skin.
And in that moment, with his body pressed to mine in the warm water, I know he means every word.
Sebastian’s lips crash against mine, devouring me as if he’s been starving for me all day. His hands roam over my wet skin, gripping my waist, pulling me closer until I feel the hardness pressing against my stomach. My breath hitches, my body already aching for him.
With one swift motion, he slides my bikini bottom down and tosses it aside. His boxers follow, discarded on the edge of the pool. His erection throbs against my thigh, hot and demanding. My lips part, a soft moan escaping as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his strong frame.
When he pushes inside me, I cry out his name, the heated water rippling around us. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming, delicious, impossible to resist. “Sebastian,” I whimper, clinging to him.
He makes me lean forward, pressing me against the pool’s edge, his chest flush to my back. His thrusts are raw, deep, unrelenting, the sound of water slapping against us echoing into the night. My nails scrape against the slick marble as I bite down on his shoulder, desperate to hold on.
“Fuck, Lily,” he groans, his voice rough with need. One arm wraps tightly around my waist, protective yet possessive, making sure no weight falls against my belly. Every movement is fierce but careful, his love and lust tangled together.
“This pregnancy… it’s driving me insane,” I gasp out, arching against him. “All I want is you.”
“You’ll always have me, angel,” he growls, thrusting harder, his lips finding my neck.
The water splashes violently as his hips crash into mine, every stroke sending shivers up my spine. My body trembles, my walls tightening around him, and just when I think I can’t take more, his hand slides up my back. Slowly, deliberately, his finger presses into my ass hole.
I gasp, my body jerking at the sudden invasion. The mix of sensations, the fullness of him inside me, the shock of his finger pushing deeper, sets me ablaze. A scream tears from my throat, echoing into the night sky.
Sebastian holds me tighter, his lips at my ear. “Take it, angel. Scream for me.”
I’m shaking, moaning uncontrollably, pleasure spilling through me in waves. My body squirms under the double sensation, my orgasm building until I’m crying out, trembling against the pool’s edge. He doesn’t stop, fucking me through it, driving me wild with every thrust, until my legs feel weak and my voice is raw.
He kisses the back of my head, his thrusts slowing just slightly as his own release nears. “Mine,” he growls, possessive and desperate, before groaning out as he spills himself deep inside me.
We collapse against each other, our bodies’ slick and trembling, the water calming around us as if it knows the storm has passed. He peppers kisses along my shoulders, holding me gently, protectively.
“You’ll be the death of me, Lily,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
“And you’ll be the life of me,” I whisper back, still panting, still clinging to him.