Vanessa's body burned with desire as she clung to Vincenzo, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "I'm close… please," she pleaded, her voice barely audible but thick with longing. "Let me—"
Before she could finish, Vincenzo pulled out of her with a tenderness that contradicted his usual dominance. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her trembling lips, silencing any words that might have followed.
Vanessa stared up at him, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. "I can't believe I did that with you again," she whispered, her tone a mix of regret and something deeper she couldn't name.
"Vanessa," Vincenzo said firmly, his voice rich with an unmistakable possessiveness, "you are mine."
She met his gaze, her resistance crumbling as she nodded. His declaration was both a warning and a promise, and she knew she was powerless against it. Vincenzo pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering as if to seal his claim.
"I'm sorry," he murmured suddenly, his voice softer, almost hesitant. His hand slid to her stomach, resting there with a reverence that took her breath away.
Tears welled up in Vanessa's eyes as she felt the weight of his words and the memories they carried. "Our baby… he's been waiting for you," she said, her voice breaking as tears rolled freely down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Vincenzo repeated,