“You want to feel me fill you up, Elena?”

That was it.

The orgasm tightened my entire core until I was curved into him, arched so strongly my muscles ached. A moment later, I snapped free like a rubber band, every inch of me shaking then growing weak with the force of my climax. Vaguely, I was aware of the zig as Dante bit into my neck to muffle his own groans as he seated himself deep and came inside of me. Every jerk of his cock against my swollen folds heightened my pleasure, wringing it out of me until I was limp as laundry pinned against the wall by Dante’s heavy frame.

The hand in my hair loosened, working gently through the loosely curled strands. Tenderly, he lowered my leg and slipped out of me, testing the wet mess he’d left behind with careful fingertips. I shivered lightly at the feel of them against my oversensitive sex, but I loved the way he teased his cum out of me so it started to drip down one of my inner thighs.

He cupped my wet, raw pussy and used his other hand to untie the gag and pull it from my mouth. His lips were on mine instantly, soothing away any lingering discomfort.

“One day,” he told me solemnly, the way a Made Man took his oaths to the Camorra. “I will give you a baby, lottatrice, I promise you.”

Tears stung the backs of my eyes. I tipped my head up to keep them from spilling, but he grasped my chin and forced me to look into his beautiful face.

“It’s not something you can promise me,” I protested weakly.

I’d had surgery to increase the odds of conceiving naturally, but it was by no means guaranteed and we had been trying for years already.

“You doubt me?” he asked, brows raised, the haughtiness he’d been born with as a Duke’s second son rearing its head. “If you wanted the world, Elena, I would find a way to give it to you. There is nothing more important to me than your happiness. Yours and Rora’s.”

My heart pulsed too hard in my chest. I winched at the ache.

I cupped the face dearest to me in the world and brought his forehead to mine so that my eyes were his entire world. “I don’t doubt you, capo. You changed my whole world and I know, if you want to, you’ll find a way to change it again. I-I didn’t believe in happiness for myself until you and now, it feels gluttonous to wish for more when I am so…incandescently joyful.”

“There is no such thing as too much joy,” he corrected, smoothing his thumbs over my cheekbones. “There is nothing too great for me to give you, least of all this. It’s not only your dream, capisci? To see you as a mother holding a baby we made together? I can’t imagine a greater gift. If we are patient, one day, it will be ours.”