31. Clara #2
“I can’t wait for the day I get to call you my wife.” He thrusts his cock hard inside me.
“ Yes !”
“You’re mine, Clara.” He punctuates the words as he pounds into me. “All mine.”
It’s all I can do to nod as my body starts to tremble.
Marco kisses the hollow of my throat and along my collarbone as he quickens his pace, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room.
I cling to him, digging my nails even deeper into his shoulders as he drives into me, with each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
I gasp. “Marco, I’m?—”
“I’ve got you.” He buries himself deeper inside my pussy. “Let go, love. That’s it, come for me.”
The pleasure hits me like a wave, and I cry out his name as I shatter completely.
My inner walls clench tight around his cock, and Marco shudders as he fights the urge to come.
“Oh, fuck.” Marco groans as he thrusts his hips one last time before his whole body tenses.
His eyebrows pull together, and his mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure as he comes, and my pussy continues to pulse around him, taking every last drop he can give me.
When we both eventually still, with our breathing heavy and our bodies slick with sweat, Marco slowly slides is cock out of me and moves onto his side.
The absence of his weight on top of me makes me ache, but he immediately gathers me into his arms and pulls my back against his chest.
His hand moves to rest over my stomach, and I place my hand over his.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you feel safe,” he murmurs in my ear.
“I know.”
“I swear to God, Clara, this life we’re building? I’ll protect it with everything I have.”
I can barely breathe through the emotion swelling in my chest. “You already are.”
Even though I know he’s right here with me, and the evidence of him is still between my thighs, it’s not enough.
We came so close to losing everything we have worked so hard to build, and I think it will be a long time yet before I can fully trust that we’re safe.
But I know with Marco at my side, I’ll get there in the end.
Marco rests a hand on my hip. “What do you need?”
“I need you.”
“Then part your thighs for me, love, so I can give you what you want.”
I move onto my front, and Marco gently moves on top of me, sinking into me from behind.
His fingers lace through mine as he moves inside me, slower than before.
He takes his time bringing me to the edge, making sure to coat his cock with our combined arousal before thrusting back inside me.
“God, love. I will never get enough of this.”
I glance over my shoulder and offer him a smile, hoping the next words will be as much of a turn on for him as they are for me.
“I can’t wait to call myself a De Luca.”
Marco’s eyes flash, and he grunts as he sinks inside me. “You want everyone to know who you belong to?”
“Mhmm… I want everyone to know you’re my husband .”
“Christ,” Marco chokes as he pumps his hips fast. “Say that again.”
I say it over and over until Marco has me screaming my release.
He comes with me, emptying himself inside me once more before collapsing on top of me as he tries to catch his breath.
Eventually, Marco slides himself free and goes in search of a towel to clean up.
I lie sprawled on the bed, completely exhausted and satisfied, which has Marco chuckling when he climbs back into bed beside me.
He runs his hand through my damp hair to smooth it back from my face. “We should get some sleep.”
I hum, the soft thuds of his heartbeat already pulling me under.
He kisses my forehead. “We have a big day tomorrow.”
I struggle to keep my eyes open. “Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”
He brushes his thumb across my cheek before leaning in to kiss me. “We’re house hunting.”
My eyes fly open, and I push myself up onto my elbow to look at him. “Are you serious?”
He nods, looking far too pleased with himself. “You said it yourself, we need our own space.”
“I did, but…”
“But, what?” His eyes shine. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly want to be under this roof when there’s two screaming newborns. Besides, you need somewhere you can work on your designs in peace.”
I laugh, though the sound is slightly watery. “Marco…”
He leans closer, wrapping his arms tighter around my body. “You need space for all your sketchbooks and sewing supplies… And your growing belly.”
That last one makes me freeze.
I haven’t had much of a chance to really process the reality of what this pregnancy means for my future, but what I do know is that I will always put my baby first.
“I can’t do the course.” The words spill out before I can stop them. “Not now I’m pregnant, Marco. There’s no way I can juggle both?—”
He places a finger over my lips.
“No. You don’t get to say that.”
“But—”
“We’ll figure it out, love. I’ll get someone to manage Nox full time, and I’ll work from home more. Hell, we’ll hire a nanny or two if that’s what it takes. Whatever you need, Clara, I will give it to you.”
“Marco…” My voice thickens with tears. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’ve already given up enough. I’m not letting you put your life on hold again. Not for me, not for the baby, not for anyone .”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes at the reality of what he’s gifting me. “You really mean that?”
He leans in and kisses me softly. “You deserve this. Your dreams matter just as much as mine, as ours .”
I reach up and cup his face, stroking my thumb over the stubble that is coating his jaw. “How did I get so lucky?
He grins, causing his eyes to crinkle in that way that makes my heart flutter. “You didn’t. I did.”
I laugh, burying my face in his neck.
I never thought I would ever feel such peace, but as I drift off to sleep wrapped in Marco’s arms, there’s one thing I know for certain.
This is what home is meant to feel like, and tomorrow we’ll go and find the walls to match.