"I will take it slowly, darling. You are carrying my child… our child," Fabio whispered faintly, his voice raspy as he held back overflowing passion. His thumb gently stroked Leah's still-flat stomach, as if imparting a promise of protection behind that warm touch.
Leah looked deeply at Fabio, her eyes clouded by uncontrollable desire. "I want it… now," Leah breathed, then immediately attacked Fabio's lips, devouring them aggressively, as if wanting to consume the man's entire existence.
Fabio smiled faintly in the midst of their kiss, a small victory that thrilled his heart. He had succeeded. Leah's heart had returned to his embrace completely.
Leah's hands moved hastily, unbuttoning Fabio's shirt one by one with dexterity fueled by desire, before tossing it carelessly into a corner of the room. Fabio was no less wild, his hands opening every piece of clothing clinging to Leah's body, allowing their skin to meet in intoxicating warmth.
