EnzoShe bites my neck gently but with enough force for me to feel it—not only in my neck, but lower.“You are my husband, Luca,” she declares, looking back into my eyes, “and I don’t care what you do out there. I don’t care about the mask you have to wear, I don’t care what you have to give in to, as long as here, in our home, you are mine and only mine.”I pull her firmly by the nape of the neck and claim her mouth in a furious kiss that, with every passing second, loses more and more decency, turning into something wild and untamed—a perverse game of tongues and teeth in which each of us tries to devour more of the other, each of us trying to make up for lost time.Her hands grow desperate, tugging at my shirt until she starts undoing the buttons.“Are you sure?” I ask between kisses and pants, because no matter how much I want this, I don’t want her to regret it afterward.“Very sure,” she declares, pulling my shirt from my pants before beginning to undo my belt.“The baby,” I que
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