Page 38 of Punishing His Runaway Bride
He waited one second, then continued thrusting. The rhythm slowed slightly, but the force didn't lessen. Each deep plunge felt deliberate, as if he were trying to brand himself into my body.
I don't know how long it lasted.
Finally, he let out a low, guttural groan. His hips slammed forward one last time, burying his cock to the hilt. The swollen head pressed hard against my cervix as thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside me, the heat making my belly spasm.
He stayed buried inside me for a long time, his cock twitching lightly, as if confirming something.
Then he pulled out.
Warm fluid immediately leaked from between my legs, his cum mixed with my own juices, sticky and messy.
He got up and walked into the bathroom. The sound of running water followed.
A while later, he came out, already wearing his robe again.
I remained lying face-down on the bed, motionless.
He stood by the bedside and looked at me for a few seconds.
"Someone will bring breakfast tomorrow," he said. "Tell them what you want to eat."
I didn't respond.
His footsteps faded. The door opened and closed.
The room fell back into dead silence.
I slowly turned over and stared up at the ceiling. The moonlight was bright, illuminating the mess on the bed.
The warmth and stickiness of him still lingered between my legs, and a dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen.
In my heart, I whispered very softly,
"I'm sorry, baby."
Then I pulled the blanket over my head, covering myself completely, and closed my eyes.
Chapter Seven
Ezio
"Sir."
I looked up. Elsa stood in the doorway, a folder in her hands. Same face as always—respectful, distant, nothing behind it.
"What is it?"
"Miss Adrian has her checkup today," she said. "Ten a.m. appointment at Saint Luke Hospital. The car's ready."
A checkup.
I went still for a second.
How long had she been living here?
"How far along is she?" I asked.
Elsa's eyebrow twitched. Barely. But her poker face snapped right back into place.
