CHAPTER 145

CHAPTER 145
POV ELIZABETH

I got up and went to the kitchen, asking Eleonor to prepare Matthew’s favorite dish. Then I went to the pantry and grabbed candles and everything else I’d need for tonight. With Dan’s help, I headed upstairs to the bedroom.

With great care, I set everything up for a romantic dinner in our room, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere—with a seductive touch. Aromatic candles were spread throughout the room, a round table centered in the middle with candles on top.

Next, I went to the bathroom and prepared a delicious bath in the tub, making everything just perfect for us later tonight...

Once everything was ready, it was time to prepare myself—to welcome him the way he deserved. After a relaxing bath, I went looking for something to wear, and then I remembered the nightgown I’d bought months ago, the one I had planned to wear on my birthday for him... but never got the chance to.

As I got ready to receive him, Eleonor brought our dinner and a good bottle of wine I had requested.
Finally, I was ready. I did light makeup, but with a bold wine-colored lipstick I knew he loved. I slipped on black Louboutins, sprayed on the perfume he adored, and sat down in an armchair, waiting for him...

If it doesn't work out... if he doesn't want me anymore... at least I tried.

The door opened and he walked in slowly, looking around until his intense gaze landed on me. I stood up sensually and walked toward him.

“Hi...” I said, stopping in front of him. “I prepared everything for us to have dinner alone and talk.”

He bit his lip and gave a nervous smile.

“I know exactly what your intention is with all this...” he said seriously, and I swallowed hard at the weight of his tone. “But let’s talk while we eat,” he added, his voice firm. Feeling disappointed, I sat down at the table.

“If you want to talk, then let’s do it. Go ahead,” I said firmly, and he took a deep breath.

“First of all, I want you to forgive me... forgive me for the way I reacted, and for keeping my distance these past few days. But surely you must understand—it wasn’t easy for me, just like I know it wasn’t easy for you either... It wasn’t easy to make that decision. And I’m sorry, Elizabeth... I was only thinking about myself when I decided,” I swallowed hard, afraid of what was coming. “I was selfish, yes... I only thought about what my life would be like, raising a child that isn’t mine...” My eyes welled up with tears, and I took a deep breath.

“Matthew, please, I...” I said, my voice breaking, but he interrupted me.

“Elizabeth, please, let me finish...” He took another breath, and I was already bracing myself for what I feared most—that he wanted a divorce. “I can’t. I’m a coward for not being able to...” I started crying, already imagining his answer—he was going to leave me. “I can’t live without you. I won’t be able to survive without you. I’m a coward for not having the strength to fight against what I feel. But I love you, Elizabeth. I love you so much... and I love the child you carry inside you. Even though he’s not mine, I promise to love him and give him all the love of a father. There will be no difference between this baby and Elena, because being a father isn’t about biology—it’s about love.”

I stood up crying and sat in his lap.
“I’m going against everything I believed in to be with you. I love you, and I always will. I’ll be by your side no matter what happens. And together we’ll raise our children—or our daughters!” he said emotionally, looking into my eyes.

I stood as well, filled with emotion, and we kissed passionately. I was in complete bliss, because now I truly felt whole. I had everything I loved and needed right there with me, and I was carrying another life inside me.

“I love you, Matthew. I love you so much, and I couldn’t bear to live without you again,” I said tearfully, looking into his eyes.

He gave me a beautiful smile and caressed my face, gently tracing my lips with his thumb.

“You won’t, my love... you’ll never be without me, because I couldn’t stand being away from you again either,” he whispered, looking deep into my eyes—and we kissed again.

His large, skillful hands began caressing my thigh, slowly sliding up beneath my nightgown... His hand rested on my belly, and I could feel his erection pressing against his pants. I began to moan softly.

“I missed you, my love... missed your body, the soft touch of your skin, your delicious scent, and making love to you...” Matthew whispered against my lips, his other hand tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck.

I bit my lip and began to loosen his tie. The hand on my belly was now exploring the inside of my thigh, moving slowly toward my wet, aching core.

“I love you, Matthew...” I finally removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. He began touching me over my panties... I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and let out a low moan. “Oh Matthew... oh,” I gasped against his lips, overcome by his touch.

He stood up with me in his arms and carried me to the bed, gently laying me down. Standing beside it, he took off his shirt, then knelt between my legs as I bent my knees and he spread me open...

And then we made love—intensely, wildly, like two animals with no limits between us. I gave myself to him completely—my body, my skin, my mouth—all his. I was at the mercy of his touch, his passion, his pleasure.

We surrendered to each other completely, without thinking about tomorrow, without shame, without holding back...

When we were finished, we lay there breathless, sweaty, and exhausted.

He then began kissing me slowly, making his way down to my belly button. He licked it gently, placed both hands on my belly, and kissed it... He caressed it for several seconds, bringing tears to my eyes, completely moved.

And then—we made love again.

After our intense, passionate love-making, we ended the night with a warm, relaxing bath. He pampered me the entire time—washing me gently, caressing me, making me climax once more with his fingers.

After the bath, we had dinner and fell asleep in each other’s arms.