41. Bianca
41
BIANCA
A s we step through our bedroom door, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming rush of emotion. Tears well up in my eyes, and before I can stop them, they spill over, trailing down my cheeks. It’s a mixture of relief, happiness, and the sheer joy of being home with Rork.
Rork, ever attentive, notices immediately. He gently sets me down and shuts the door behind us before turning to me, concern etched on his handsome face.
“Bianca, are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle.
I laugh through my tears, wiping at my cheeks. “It’s these pregnancy hormones,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood. “They’re turning me into a blubbering heap. But really, I’m just so happy to be home with you.”
His eyes soften, the hard edges of the Mob Boss melting away as he steps closer. He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away my tears. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you back, safe and sound,” he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion.
The sincerity in his eyes makes my heart swell even more. “I missed you so much,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I missed you too,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “Every second you were gone felt like an eternity.”
I lean into his touch, closing my eyes as I soak in the warmth and comfort of his presence. “It’s been such a whirlwind,” I admit. “But now that I’m home, it feels like everything is finally right again.”
He smiles, and it’s a beautiful sight, one that I’ll never tire of. “You’re home, and you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
I reach up and place my hand over his, feeling the roughness of his skin against my cheek. “And we’re going to have a baby,” I add, the reality of our future sinking in.
He leans in, capturing my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “I love the sound of that,” he says, his voice filled with wonder. “I never thought I would be lucky enough to have a family.”
We stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the moment.
The first stirrings of longing ignite within me. His warmth, his scent, everything about him sends shivers down my spine. I can’t help myself—I start to kiss his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin, breathing in the intoxicating scent that is uniquely him.
Rork moans, a low, guttural sound that reverberates through my entire being. I whisper against his skin, “We need to celebrate our reunion properly.”
His response is a husky whisper filled with desire. “I agree with you.”
Our lips crash together, and it’s as if all the pent-up longing and love we’ve held inside spills out in a fervent wave. Our hands roam freely, tugging at clothes, pulling them off in quick succession until we’re both bare and vulnerable to each other.
Rork’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me even closer, our bodies fitting together seamlessly. I can feel the familiar throbbing between my legs, the heat pooling in my lower belly, and I squirm in anticipation. “I want you so badly,” I murmur against his lips. “I missed you so much.”
His eyes darken with an intensity that makes my heart race. “I missed you too,” he replies, his voice a low growl.
We tumble onto the bed, our mouths never breaking contact, hands never ceasing their exploration. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every caress. His lips move from my mouth to my jawline, trailing hot kisses down my neck, making me gasp and arch into him.
“Rork,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues his descent. He worships my body with his mouth, kissing, licking, sucking in a way that drives me wild. His hand slides between my thighs, and I shudder at the first touch of his fingers against my clit.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “So perfect.”
His words, combined with his touch, are almost too much to bear. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. “Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
He smiles, a wicked, knowing smile, and obliges, his fingers moving with expert precision, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter until I can’t take it anymore.
As his fingers work their magic, I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment. Rork knows exactly how to touch me, how to make my body sing . His fingers move in and out, each motion sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The tension builds, and I clutch the sheets, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Rork, oh, God!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed to meet his hand. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and tears of joy prick at the corners of my eyes. I never knew it could be like this—so intense, so perfect.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “I love seeing you like this,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “I love making you feel this way.”
His words push me closer to the edge, and I realize that life couldn’t get any better. I’ve found a man I can’t live without—even though, once upon a time, I was so certain I would never need a man. But Rork is different. He completes me in a way I never thought possible.
The coil of pleasure tightens, and with a final, skillful movement of his fingers, I shatter, crying out his name as the orgasm rips through me. My body convulses, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. He holds me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m left trembling and breathless.
Rork’s eyes lock onto mine, filled with a deep, burning desire. He shifts, positioning himself above me, and I feel the hard, insistent press of his body against mine. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation sending shivers down my spine.
“This won’t hurt the baby, will it?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.
I burst out laughing, clapping a hand over my mouth. “No, you idiot,” I manage to say through gales of laughter. “You’re big, but you’re certainly not that big. Didn’t you learn anything in health class?”
Rork scowls. “I prefer practice to theory,” he growls before he enters me with a slow, deliberate motion. It’s as if every nerve in my body comes alive at once. The sensation is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
“Rork,” I moan, my voice trembling with the sheer intensity of the moment. He stills for a moment, letting me acclimate to the feel of him inside me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.
All he finds is desire mirrored back at him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs again, his voice rough with need.
He begins to move, slow and steady at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. I arch my back, meeting his movements, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The sensation is almost too much to bear, the pleasure building with each thrust, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
His hands roam my body, caressing, teasing, driving me fucking wild with need. His lips find mine, and we kiss with a desperation that speaks of our time apart, our longing for each other. Our tongues dance together, hot and slick, adding to the fevered intensity of our lovemaking.
“Rork,” I gasp, breaking the kiss as a particularly hard thrust sends me over the edge. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I’ll never stop loving you like this.”
He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, each one hitting a spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. I can feel the tension building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap. My nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake, and he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine.
“Bianca,” he murmurs, his voice raw with emotion, “I need you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I manage to reply, my voice breaking as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear.
His hand slips between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He rubs in slow, deliberate circles, and the added sensation sends me hurtling toward the edge. My body tenses, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as the orgasm builds, threatening to consume me.
“Rork, I—” I can’t finish the sentence, the words lost in a cry of pure ecstasy as I shatter beneath him. My entire body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I cling to him, needing to feel every part of him as I ride out the intense high.
He doesn’t stop, his movements growing more frantic as he chases his own release. The feel of him moving inside me prolongs my orgasm, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure through me. I feel him tense, his grip on me tightening as he reaches his peak.
“Bianca,” he groans, and I feel the hot rush of his release inside me, the sensation pushing me over the edge once more. We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies moving in perfect sync, each thrust, each touch, each kiss a testament to our love.
When we finally collapse, spent and sated, we lie tangled in each other’s arms, our hearts beating in unison. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, feeling more content and loved than I ever have in my entire life.
“I love you,” I whisper again, my voice filled with all the emotion I can’t put into words.
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “More than you’ll ever know.”
As we lie there, basking in the afterglow of our reunion and the knowledge of our growing family, I reflect on just how happy I am. My life has taken a completely unexpected turn, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Against all odds, I married the perfect man for me. As I drift off to sleep in Rork’s arms, I know that our love will see us through whatever comes our way.