Chapter 129 129

Chapter 129 129
Mia
He drops to his knees in front of me, a king bowing before his queen. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as he presses a kiss to my stomach, right over the place where our baby grows. The gesture is so tender it brings tears to my eyes. But then his hands are sliding down, hooking into the lace of my panties, dragging them down my legs.
I step out of them, and he tosses them aside. His hands are back on my thighs, pushing them apart. He leans in, inhaling my scent, and I feel his hot breath against my wet pussy.
"You’re so wet for me," he murmurs. "Is this for me, Mia? Or for the winery?"
"It’s for you," I snort, my head falling back. "Always for you."
He doesn’t make me wait any longer. He leans forward and drags his tongue through my folds, from my entrance to my clit. The sensation is electric, shooting through my nerves like lightning. I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He eats me like a man possessed, his tongue fucking into my hole, gathering my wetness before moving up to circle my clit. He sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, his teeth grazing it gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me. My hips buck against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure.
"Sandro," I gasp. "I’m… I’m going to come."
He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak. "Come for me, then. Let me taste you."
He slides a finger inside me, curling it upward to find that spot that makes me see stars. He pumps it in and out, in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue. The pressure builds, a tight coil in my belly, winding tighter and tighter until it snaps.
I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes over me, my thighs trembling, my pussy clamping down on his finger. He works me through it, lapping up my juices, prolonging the pleasure until I’m spent and trembling.
Before I can fully catch my breath, he stands up and shrugs off his jacket. He tears at his tie, tossing it aside, and begins to unbutton his shirt. I watch, mesmerized by the flex of his muscles, the way the lion tattoo on his chest moves with him. He is magnificent, a predator made of flesh and blood.
I reach for him, my hands going to his belt. I unbuckle it, my fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock straining against his zipper. I free him, and he groans as my hand wraps around his shaft. He’s thick and heavy, pulsing in my grip.
I sink to my knees, mirroring his position earlier. I look up at him through my lashes as I take the head of his cock into my mouth. He tastes like salt and musk, a heady combination that makes my mouth water. I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum beading there, before taking him deeper.
He hisses, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me. "That’s it, kitten. Take it all."
I relax my throat, taking him as deep as I can. He hits the back of my throat, and I suppress my gag reflex, breathing through my nose. I bob my head, sucking him hard, my hand stroking the base of his shaft in time with my mouth.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groans, his head falling back. "So hot. So wet."
I hollow my cheeks, increasing the suction, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me. But he pulls away, stopping me.
"Not yet," he says, his voice rough. "I want to come inside you."
He pulls me to my feet and lifts me onto the bed. I scramble backward, my heart pounding in anticipation. He crawls over me, his body covering mine, his weight a comforting blanket.
He kisses me again, hard and deep, as he lines himself up with my entrance. He pushes inside me slowly, stretching me, filling me up inch by inch. I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He moves inside me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust hitting deep, rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending. The friction is exquisite, a slow burn that builds into a roaring fire. I can feel the sweat gathering on his skin, the muscles in his back flexing under my hands.
"You feel so good," he whispers against my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. "So tight. So perfect."
I match his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, chasing the pleasure that is just out of reach. The room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin, our ragged breathing, the wet sounds of his cock moving inside me.
He shifts his angle slightly, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Right there," I gasp. "Don’t stop."
He doesn’t stop. He pistons into me, harder, faster, driving me toward the edge. The coil in my belly tightens again, impossibly tight. I can feel myself getting close, the pleasure building to a fever pitch.
"Sandro," I scream as my second orgasm tears through me, more powerful than the first. My body convulses beneath him, my pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.
He groans, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me and comes, his cock pulsing, filling me with his heat. He collapses on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his heart pounding against my chest.
We lie there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, our breathing slowing, our hearts beating in sync. The moonlight streams through the window, casting a silver glow over us. I feel safe, cherished, loved.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His hand strokes my hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
"Happy birthday, Mia," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I smile, my eyes drifting closed. The baby, and this man. I have everything I never knew I wanted. 
There is a magazine on the bedside. I grab it and start turning the pages. There is an image of Lake Pergusa.
Alessandro chuckles next to me while looking at the image.
“What?” I ask him.
“There is this myth that near Lake Pergusa, Persephone was gathering flowers in a peaceful meadow, carefree and unaware of what was about to happen. From beneath the earth, Hades rose suddenly in his chariot, sent with the approval of Zeus. The ground split open, and before she could escape, he took her down into the Underworld.
Her mother, Demeter, searched for her in grief, and as she mourned, the earth grew cold and barren. When Persephone was finally found, it was discovered she had eaten pomegranate seeds, binding her to the Underworld. So a balance was made. She would spend part of the year with Hades below, and part with her mother above.
And that is why the world blooms when she returns, and fades when she leaves.” He narrates to me.
“So Hades kidnapped Persephone?” I grin at him and bite my lips. “Just like you kidnapped me and dragged me to your underworld?” I question innocently.
“Yes, I literally did that.” He kisses my head.
“Okay, husband, so you were inspired by a Greek story?”
“Nah, you were just written in my destiny.”
Oh, I just love this man and all his dangerous abilities of doing things differently.