Blame it on the shame Part 2

Fuck, the solution to this mess was staring me in the face the entire time.

I know the chances of conception from one-time unprotected sex aren't all that great, but it's a chance I'm willing to take right now.

Insatiable need consumes me and I surge forward. I close the divide between us by crushing my mouth against hers and pulling her on top of me.

I need to hold her, kiss her and touch her. I need her like I need my next breath.

But most of all...I need to protect her.

The kiss is hungry and all consuming, both of us struggling for air but refusing to break apart.

My hands claw the small of her back and I tug her closer to me.

She sits back, gasping for air, her legs on either side of mine.

She runs her hand along my jaw and I run my hands along the white satin of her nightgown before proceeding to shred it right down the middle until she's fully exposed to me.

She stares at me wide-eyed and I instantly become rock hard as I take in her naked body. She sighs as I begin tracing her tiny curves. I run my hands over her thighs, her ass, her hips, and her waist. My cock twitches, desperate to be inside her.

I lean forward and flick my tongue against her nipple before sucking it into my mouth entirely. I see a shiver course through her and I release the tight bud with a wet plop before doing the same to her other nipple.

My fingers work their way down to the damp crotch of her panties and before she knows what hit her, I shred that delicate fabric too.

I slide down my boxers and grip her hips. "Lean back."

She eagerly complies and my balls ache when I catch sight of her glistening sex spread for me.

I fist the base of my cock and circle my piercing around her engorged clit, cursing as her juices begin dripping down my length, making my balls tingle and the head of my cock swell.

She gives me a questioning look when I don't reach for a condom and

I meet her gaze. "Let me love you, Lou-Lou." I kiss the underside of her wrist. "I need to feel you...all of you."

She draws in a shaky breath and I lift her hips, yearning to fulfill this ravenous craving I have for her.

"Ride me, baby," I grind out.

She rests her hands on my chest and I groan as she proceeds to envelop me in her tight, warm heat.

"I love you," I whisper as I raise my hips and begin slowly thrusting inside her.

God, do I love her.

Given there's no barrier, every single sensation between us is intensified.

I've never made love to a woman before in my life...never had the desire, or any reason to.

Until her...until this very moment.

"I love you, too," she whispers as she begins to move, matching my thrusts.

I roll my palms over her nipples and cup the weight of her breasts in my hands as she continues moving on top of me, finding the perfect rhythm. "That's it, baby. Just like that."

Goosebumps appear over her flesh and I fasten my hands on her hips and lean up to kiss her neck.

I plant a trail of soft kisses along her throat, between her breasts, and back again as a tear falls down her cheek.

I gently kiss that tear away, cup her face in my hands, and look her right in those beautiful doe eyes of hers.

The moment is so powerful between us it doesn't even require words.

Her breath begins to quiver and she lets out a moan as she continues writhing on top of me, making every single part of my body catch on fire.

I've never wanted a woman in my entire life the way I want her...and on a certain level, there's something scary as fuck about that.

I doubt she realizes it...but Lou-Lou owns every part of me—which means she can smash those parts to smithereens.

But in this moment, I can't help but think it would be worth the pain—just to have an ounce of pure love that I've never experienced before.

I inhale her scent as I feel her start to clench around me.

The light from the moon outside illuminates her features and she looks like an ethereal goddess.

I've never seen a more breathtaking vision and I know I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life.

She tosses her head back and begins chanting my name, her slick walls gripping me tighter and tighter until she screams and moans as she climaxes.

I suck in a breath because the sight of her riding me while having an orgasm is erotic, powerful, and sexy as hell.

My balls draw up and I can tell I'm close. Wanting to bring her over the edge again, I circle her clit with one hand and switch positions so that I'm on top now.

I pin her hands above her head and thrust into her harder and deeper. I can feel her pulsing around my cock, the muscles of her sex clutching me as she starts to spasm and scream.

My entire body tightens as I groan her name, thrust once more, and come as deep inside her as I possibly can—all while praying for a miracle that will keep her safe.

I kiss her forehead and she looks up at me. Her eyes are hooded and sleepy, exhaustion etched across her beautiful face. For a moment, she looks like she wants to say something but I press my lips to hers and tell her that I love her again.

I tell her that I'm going to keep her safe. I tell her that she's mine and everything will be okay.

When her eyes finally close, I make my way down her body until I'm hovering above her stomach.

I draw small circles across her rib cage with my thumbs and I plant a tender kiss on her belly. "Ti amerò fino al giorno della mia morte ... e non solo." The both of you.

I close my eyes. Then, I pray harder than I ever have for the miracle of all miracles.

A miracle that will protect the woman I love.

A miracle that will break the real DeLuca curse...and let good conquer evil.