Chapter 134 Camilla’s Pov.
As soon as he saw me, his face turned from serious to soft, smiling like he always does to make my knees weak. Without thinking, I threw myself into his arms, holding me close.
“You're early.” I muttered between kisses, feeling his smile against my lips.
“I missed you too fucking much.” He mumbled, biting my lower lip. “Your father will forgive me. How's he?”
“He'll be fine.”
“He looks like he's getting better.” He said.
“How do you know?” I spoke with a playful smile on my lips and he could barely contain his.
“I visited him few days ago.”
“Oh? So both of you are becoming besties now, huh?” I joked and Àlvaro squeezed my waist playfully. I didn't expect it to send chills straight down to my pussy because he didn't do it with that intention but it seems everyday Àlvaro does right now is sexual to me.
Damn these pregnancy hormones!
As my pregnancy progressed into its second month, I thought my hormones would calm down a bit but on the contrary, my desire to have him is getting bigger and bigger. Everyday.
“I have no choice now, do I?” He replied in a joking tone but then, his face quickly turned serious. “Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about, something I need to ask you. I've been thinking about it since my conversation with Santiago.”
“Yeah?”
“Move to Italy with me.” He said, completely catching me off guard and I felt my eyes widen in surprise. My brain froze for a second.
What the fuck was he talking about?
“I'm sorry, what?”
“Move to Italy with me baby. Let it be a fresh beginning for us. This life…I can't leave it. It's in my blood but I can try to make it better for you and our baby. Safer. I still have too many people in Miami and over in Spain who'd pay good monet to hurt you or take you away from me again because they all know what you mean to me now. I don't want you to live a life where you have to be looking over your shoulders constantly. Santiago will continue being my right hand man over here and he'll take over operations for the time being.”
“Àlvaro..” I murmured. He looked so sincere and so determined. I've been in Miami for quite a while now and I couldn't comprehend just packing my bags and moving to yet another country.
But of course, I'd do anything to be with Àlvaro.
“You're willing to leave your empire? What you've fought so hard for over the years?” I asked, my voice gentle.
He sighed. “Santiago will take up most of the responsibilities. I already spoke to him about it and he's willing. I'll just need to fly in every few months just to check on things.”
I had my mind made up before he could say anything else.
“Italy doesn't sound so bad.” I murmured, shrugging my shoulders. Àlvaro froze and then his eyebrows pinched together. It took him a moment to realize that I had just inadvertently said yes to him.
His eyes lit up and the most incredible smile formed on his lips. I laughed as he grabbed my cheeks, planting kisses all over my face, not missing a single spot.
“Àlvaro!” I laughed but he didn't stop kissing me. I felt his hands wrapped around me and finally, he kissed my lips and murmured a ‘thank you.’
Words couldn't describe just how much I loved this man.
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I stepped out of the shower, taking a towel off the hook to dry my body before wrapping it around myself. Àlvaro has been really busy this past week, finalizing plans for our relocation but I missed him. How was it possible to miss someone when they were just a few meters away?
I raised a hand, wiping away the condensation that had formed on the mirror and I caught a glimpse of my flushed face in the reflection. I grabbed the edge of the sink, taking a deep breath as I squeezed my thighs together.
He wasn't even close to me but the thought of him was enough to have my pussy aching for him, to have him inside me. It was torture, being horny all the fucking time. I groaned, dropping my head.
Àlvaro had me addicted to him. He gave me the highs and that's what I constantly craved. But he was working in his office and I didn't want to disturb him.
I let out a sigh, tightening my towel as I opened the door.
I stepped out of the warm bathroom into the much colder air and I witnessed how goosebumps fell on my skin. My nipples hardened underneath the towel, sending chills down my spine but I ignored how I felt, deciding that I wasn't going to interupt him.
But when I passed by his office and heard him having a conversation in Spanish, it took everything in me to not open that door.
Of course, I failed.
Maybe I'll just take a look.
I pushed the door open, holding my towel and I peeked my head through the opening. He was sitting behind the desk with his laptop in front of him and a phone pressed to his ear.
He raised his head and his eyes landed on me. I heard his sentence falter just for second before he regained composure. Àlvaro cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair as he patted his thigh am spread his legs, inviting me to sit on them.
He continued to have the conversation over the phone as he watched me approach him, never taking his eyes off me. I sat on his thigh, pressing my back to his chest, enjoying the warmth. He wrapped one arm around my waist and gave me a kiss on my shoulder but I wanted more.
I leaned further into his touch and I felt his hand rest on my lower stomach. I was completely blinded by lust,by the need for him. It was overwhelming and Àlvaro knew that.
He stroked my skin slow and father light. It was a simple gesture but my eyes fluttered close at the mere contact. He gave me a kiss underneath my ear and down the side of my neck and I had to make sure to not let out any noise.
I could hear the faint murmuring of someone talking and Àlvaro listened attentively but I wanted all his attention.
He pulled the phone away, holding it at arm's length before whispering. “You miss me?”
I nodded, licking my lower lip. Of course I missed him. Àlvaro smiled at me, returning to the conversation and I let out a sigh. I should probably go get dressed.
Just as I was about to stand up, Àlvaro's hand that had been on my leg clasped around my inner thigh, holding them open. I gave him a glance but his eyes weren't on me.
“Yes I'm here, carry on.” He said into the phone, slipping his fingers underneath the towel.
He caressed my skin higher and higher until he reached my pussy. He took in a quick breath when he felt how fucking wet I was for him. I looked down, taking in the view of his tattooed hand sliding through my slit. I clamped my lips together, an attempt to stop myself from letting out a moan.
The sound of his voice, his proximity and the way he touched me, I didn't think I could stay quiet for much longer.
When the fuck was he going to be done?
Àlvaro hummed and it might have been a response to whoever he was talking to but the way it sounded…shit. I wanted to hear it over and over again.
Àlvaro spread my pussy lips with two fingers, doing so without even looking and I felt a finger start to push inside me. He slid in easily, his finger lubricated by my arousal and my eyes rolled back. I dropped the back of my head on his shoulder, so unbelievably turned on. My pussy throbbed, desperate for him.
“Yeah.” He said into the phone, his voice deep. “A week from now.” He continued moving his finger in and out of me even as he spoke and then he added another.
It was torturous slow, brutally slow. I scrunched my face up in pain but I wasn't in pain. I just wanted more. I could feel Àlvaro's heartbeat against my back, faster than it was a minute ago.
“Àlvaro.” I whispered, low enough for only him to hear. “More.”
“Give me a second. I'll be right back.” He said into the phone before muting it.
“Chica, I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”