The kiss was raw and powerful and demanding, leaving her reeling. He didn’t give her a moment to gather her thoughts when he kissed her again, his arms rowing over her body, pulling her closer. To her surprise, Julie found herself leaning into the embrace, and the kiss.

It wasn’t just that this was Antonio, the man who was the father of her baby, and the one that she had been fantasizing about since they parted ways. There was more here, something that she’d been trying so hard to deny, and yet what blossomed in her chest so readily.

She felt safe with him. And happy. And like she could finally be who she wanted to be. It had nothing to do with his wealth, or his family, or anything that came with it. It was just his presence, the strength he exuded, mingling with that understated sweetness of his that had swept her off her feet the first time, and that she suspected could do it again over and over, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

His arms on her body felt perfect, and she wanted more. Despite that, her palms went flat against his chest and she dragged herself out of the kiss, twisting in his lap.

“We can’t do this. You’re going to be married in what, a week?”

His eyes, swirling with gold, crinkled at the corners as his palms drifted down her back and stopped on her waist, sending coils of heat thrumming through her.

“I might get married in a week, but it will not be to anyone other than the woman in my arms right now.”

As if to accent that, he squeezed his thumbs against her hips for a moment and then pulled her closer, having her straddle him. He was so hard that Julie could feel his cock throb against her crotch.

“What are you telling me here?” she gasped as he leaned in, trying to steal another kiss from her.

Her mind was running a mile a minute, but her heart seemed to be blossoming in her chest.

“Enough with the questions,” Antonio growled, sliding his hands under her ass and standing up from the couch as if she weighed nothing.

He carried her through the living room and into a small back room, gently lowering her down on the bed. The door between the living room and the bedroom was left ajar.

“But,” she started, only to be quieted by a firm kiss.

“No more questions,” he told her, pulling back only to tear his shirt off his chest and toss it aside.

The whimper was as involuntary as her hand was traveling up his toned, heart six-pack, loving the way he pressed into her touch. He was carved perfection, nothing had changed in that regard since she’d last seen him. If anything, she was glad that her memory had fooled her into thinking that he was maybe less than what he was actually.

At best, she could assume that it was her subconscious trying to protect her from the disappointment that any man following Antonio would be. Of course, there had been no one but him since Italy, and he was telling her that the same was true for him. Any doubts she might have had were quickly extinguished as he stole a kiss from her, his tongue forcing into her mouth and sending tendrils of need blossoming through her.

Her hips moved willingly as he undid her jeans and tore them off, and her arms rose as if on their own volition when he pulled her shirt off. There wasn’t an ounce of modesty in her mind, because the way he ate her up with his eyes told her that the extra stretch marks and the pregnancy pounds that she still hadn’t shed – and maybe she never would – did nothing to make her any less attractive to him.

If anything, she felt sexier now. She had given him a son, and he worshipped her for it, above and beyond anyone else.

He pulled the cup of her bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, making Julie groan and arch her back up, looking for more contact. It was like no matter how close she was, it wouldn’t be enough. She wanted more.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it every now and then when she needed a kiss, or when his fingers slid down her stomach and teased her inner thighs. He pressed his palm against her wet sex and she whimpered, her panties soaked before he ever touched her there.

“You’ve missed me,” he whispered, and she palmed his thick, throbbing cock in response.

“You’ve missed me,” she countered, grinning victoriously as he growled, nipping at her nipple.

Nimble fingers undid the button and zipper of his pants, but before she could slide her hand down the front of his boxers, he pulled back and shucked the pants off. Julie hauled herself up on her elbows, taking a moment just to stare at the magnificence that was the father of her child and the one man who could make her do stupid, reckless things… like not running immediately from a clan of ruthless dragons.

He was her dragon. Though she knew that she didn’t have official ownership of him, it felt like she did. It felt like he would always be hers, and she didn’t know how she could be certain of it. Right at that moment though, she didn’t want to question it, just enjoy it.

His cock was veiny and the tip was dark purple, a bead of precum clinging to it. Her mouth hungered for him, but not as much as her pussy did. When he reached to pull her panties from her hips, she helped him willingly, her legs spreading to invite him in.

“So hungry for me,” he said approvingly, his voice low and dangerous and sending a thrill down her spine. “Will you beg for me?” he asked.

“Will you beg for me?” she countered, wrapping her hand around his cock and tugging once, twice, making his eyes roll back in his head.

“Allora, no begging,” he said, pinning her down on the bed with his wide, powerful body.

Julie laughed, though the sound was smothered by Antonio’s kisses. It became clear why in a moment, when he guided the head of his cock to her entrance and rocked forward slightly. She’d forgotten how truly big he was, and it didn’t help that she had been out of practice for nearly two years. Her body tensed beneath him for a moment, but Antonio didn’t rush her.

He took his time, working himself into her with slow, deliberate thrusts, all the while muffling her cries with his mouth and tongue. He growled against her lips and she ate it up, clinging to his back with her fingers and nails as he opened her up for him. It was like heaven all over again, like that night they’d shared, but even better now since it wasn’t just sex.

It hadn’t entirely felt like it then either, but now there was no questioning it. They were more than two bodies coming together in passion. They were parents to a beautiful baby boy, and lovers despite everything that was going on around them – everything that Julie frankly didn’t want to, nor was she capable of thinking about at that moment.

“Just like I remembered,” he whispered against her lips, catching another whimper as Julie clenched around him.

He was grinding into her with agonizing slowness, every thrust forward filling her to the brim and every pull back making her ache for him. He was rubbing against that spot inside her and it was making her dizzy with need, her breaths coming in short pants as she clung to him, begging him to let her cross to her orgasm.

All the fantasies that she’d had about him, all the daydreams – they were nothing compared to the real thing. Antonio was mind-blowing, in every sense of the word.

“Please, Antonio,” she pleaded, “let me…”

“Let you what?” he asked, biting her lower lip gently. “There wasn’t going to be any begging.”

“I can’t…” Julie gasped, tensing around him again and this time it was Antonio who was groaning.

“No begging, la mia bellezza,” he reminded her, and when he thrust next, he pounded into her hard.

Julie squealed, muffling it by biting down on his shoulder as he rammed into her. Within a couple thrusts, she felt her self-control waning, and when her muscles relaxed, it was like she was being carried off on a wave of pure pleasure. Loosely, she sensed that he was kissing her again, and that she was whimpering. A moment later, he grunted and she felt the hot, sticky cum fill her, no rubber between them this time.

Her delirious, ecstatic mind couldn’t help but think that maybe Tony wouldn’t be the only child she could give to this man that made her life change with so little effort.

“I love you,” Antonio whispered into her ear before kissing a trail down her neck.

Julie wasn’t sure if it made her the biggest fool in the world, but she believed every syllable of it.