Page 135 of Urgent Vows
His words didn't surprise me. Severu doesn't tell me he loves me very often, but he is vocal in his approval and admiration of me. For my mafia don, those words are more real than any whispered sweet nothings could be.
He was furious about me not getting the treatment I needed. If he could have dug Francesco up and killed him all over again, my husband would have. He's protective like that.
As soon as the hospital confirmed that I was not pregnant, Severu insisted I go on birth control. He wanted me to get the surgery immediately and didn't want to risk me getting pregnant and having to put it off. He also didn't want anything to complicate my recovery.
With the prospect of being almost entirely pain free in my future, I agreed. I opted for an IUD, which I had removed today when I was at the hospital for my final physical therapy session.
I didn't tell Severu, but I'm planning to.
I'm ready to have his baby.
He's going to be an incredible father. We've talked a lot about how we were both raised. He loved and respected his father, but he wants our children to learn to live with their emotions, not suppress them. Even a son that will one day take over as Don of the New York Cosa Nostra.
His belief that emotions made him weak was the reason he was prepared to marry my sister. He knows that would have been a disaster, but worse, according to him, is the thought that he never would have had me as his wife. He has nightmares about it. When he wakes, he's voracious and rough in his lovemaking, even more dominant than usual, like he needs to imprint himself on my body.
I don't mind. I adore intimacy with my husband, whatever his mood. But more and more often lately, he wants more gentle lovemaking, where he will take hours exploring my body and letting me explore his. He will stay inside me until I've climaxed at least twice before allowing himself to come. I'm not sure what drives this, but it feels a little like he's doing the same thing as when he goes all rough dominant. He's imprinting me withusthough, not just him.
He's telling me he loves me with his body, but he's also accepting my love.
"Do you think you could keep that pose up with me inside you?"
Speak of my very own devil.
I'm in the tree position, my hands pressed together above my head, my right leg bent at the knee with my foot resting on my left inner thigh.
"If I was standing on a box, maybe, but you're too tall." Smiling, I drop my pose and turn to face my handsome husband.
He's wearing athletic shorts that reveal dusky muscular legs and a t-shirt that clings to his massive chest. "I'd say that you're too short, but that would be a lie. You are perfect as you are. My pocket Venus."
Heat climbs into my cheeks. "You're always saying things like that."
"Speak the truth and shame the devil."
"I don't think my devil feels much shame." I step up to him and press my hands against the hard plains of his chest.
"Am I your devil?"
"Mmm…hmm," I agree. "All mine."
"And you are all mine." He lifts me with an arm under my bottom and lays claim to my mouth.
I kiss him back, falling into the passion between us as naturally as breathing. I don't even realize we're moving until he lets go of my butt and I find myself standing on the weightlifting bench.
"Will this work?" His dark eyes are blazing with desire, and it takes me a second to understand what he's asking.
Then I do and I smile. I bounce a little on my toes. Very little give. "Yes."
"Then take your clothes off. It's time for naked Yoga."
I rip my sports bra over my head and toss it and then shove the matching bottoms down my legs along with my underwear before kicking them away.
Completely naked, I take a deep breath and let it out. As I do, I bring my body into the tree pose.
SEVERU
My beautiful wife lifts her foot to balance on her inner thigh and opens her sweet pink pussy for me. It's glistening with her cream already.
She is so damn perfect for me.
