A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 102 Alena

As soon as we reached home and Matteo had parked the car in the garage, he immediately turned to look at me. He was holding onto my hand near his lips before he kissed the back of it, this time longer. I didn't ask him anything as I stared at

him.

"I have a few things to say to you," he said.

I nodded, "What is it?"

"First of all, I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much and I can't imagine my life without you, Alena. From the moment we first met and up until now, I only want you by my side." He replied, staring into my eyes. The words sounded like a promise and I believed it, every part of it.

"I love you, too. I always do,"

"Can you imagine your life without me?"

"No, of course not." I frowned, shaking my head.

"You're never going to lose me, baby. I promise."

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We stared at each other for a few seconds and I couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. I had tried to push the feeling away as hard as I could, despite being a failure to read his mind, I still tried to because I wanted to know what he was thinking.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, unable to keep the question away.

"No, baby. Nothing's wrong."

"You're making me worried,"

"Why? You don't have to."

"It's just the look on your face."

He sighed, "I'm just really scared, Alena."

"So am I,"

"I know but I'm terrified."

"About me? About the pregnancy?"

"About the man who kidnapped you. About our future,"

I kept quiet, trying to think of anything else to say but I ran out of words. We had been worried and scared about the culprit, we knew if we left him on the run for too long, he was going to control our lives. We couldn't move forward and live normally because he was still out there, taunting us. I could never feel safe unless he was dead. That was the only solution.

"Matteo..."

He cupped onto my face before tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear, "I know this isn't the right time to think about that but I'm scared if he comes after you. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. I don't know how I can live

with myself if I lose both of you.

"You're not going to lose us. Nothing is going to happen,"

"I know. I'm scared if I fail again,"

""You won't."

"He's still out there and we don't know what he has planned."

"What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know. I have a few plans but he's too good at hiding."

I leaned back on the seat as I held onto his hand, trying to calm him down. After everything that had happened recently, this was probably too overwhelming for him. He had spent a lot of time figuring things out and with Papa's threat lingering in his mind, he was having a hard time to fulfil everything.

There was a burden on his back and he had to carry it alone.

I wanted to ease his burden and help him out.

"Can we just not think about it for today?" I asked, caressing his face.

"Of course. I'm sorry,"

"No, don't be. I just want us to be happy for tonight,"

"You're right. We should celebrate,"

"Do you think we should?"

He raised an eyebrow, "We should celebrate it, just the two of us. When we're both ready to tell our families, we'd do it but for now, we should celebrate the good news. We're going to become parents again, Alena."

My cheeks began to heat up as I smiled, "It's like a second chance.

"We're always going to be hopeful for everything good to come into our lives,"

He pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my body. We stayed still for a few minutes before we finally let go and I swore, the moment his touch left me, I felt the need to be near him again. I had missed the warmth of his body, the feeling of his skin. We had walked inside the house from the backdoor.

Ana had already left before we went to the clinic. She said she was going to come and visit us soon or probably plan a lunch date-she wanted us to have some time alone. She also said I could call her anytime I wanted and it was nice, knowing I had someone else with

me.

I knew she went to see Mama and Papa after she left. She was probably going to tell them the news but I couldn't imagine the look on their faces when she did, they might be thrilled at the thought of having her around the house more often.

The house was too big for Mama, Papa and Alexei. They needed another cheerful life.

I stood in the middle of the hallway until Matteo came to hug me from behind. He wrapped his arms around my body as he rested his chin on my shoulder, the feeling of his entire body surrounding my own was addicting. I could never get enough of his touches and I hoped I had the opportunity to enjoy it as we grew old.

"Do you want to take a bath?" He whispered.

"Sounds nice,"

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"Mm, it's even nicer with me.

I chuckled before he started to trail kisses on my neck.

"You can't seem to stop getting me naked, can you?"

"Why should I stop? You're my wife,"

"And you're my husband."

"We can be naked together for as long as we want. I thought we were celebrating tonight?"

I raised an eyebrow, "With a candle-light dinner and some movie later?"

"Okay, but only after I get a taste of you."

To my surprise, he began to lift me up before carrying me in bridal style. A scream left my lips but it was accompanied with my laugh afterwards as he walked up the stairs, holding me close to his body-my arms were wrapped around his neck, scared if I was going to fall even though I knew, he wasn't going to drop me.

Once we had entered our room, he slowly placed me on the bed.

I had expected him to undress himself but he started to undress me instead.

He unbuttoned my jeans before he pulled it away, throwing it on the ground. I lifted my shirt up and threw it away as well leaving myself in my underwear.

I never complained if Matteo wanted to ride me all night long because I loved the way he made me feel, the way he showed how much he loved me. He had his own ways to cherish my body and I was grateful for the ways he showed me.

A chuckle left my lips when he hovered on top of me and went in to kiss my jaw.

This time, he was being extra gentle and taking his sweet time. He wasn't as rough or as hard as before but I didn't mind, I loved it whether he was being gentle or rough. He had pleased me both ways and I had always begged for more. "I love you," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you." I said, smiling.

He trailed kisses down my neck to my chest, down my stomach and stopping near my private part. It didn't take him long to grab onto my panties and pull them away, throwing them on the ground with the rest of my clothes, "They're getting in the way." "Oh, really?" I grinned.

It was unfair to see him fully clothed while I was just left wearing my bra. However, I decided to focus on my pleasure and play his game-he wanted to get a taste of me and I wasn't going to hold him back from doing so. He could taste me all night long if he wanted to. My legs were spread apart as he went in to lick my centre, causing my eyes to roll back.

He knew how to please me and I wondered how many women had he tasted before. I could confirm he was loyal even after his wife died, he wasn't a womaniser either. Maybe, he was quick to learn and he just had great skills when it came to pleasuring women. Both of his hands were holding my legs apart, spreading them.

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I began to moan when he inserted his tongue inside and I swore my legs were beginning to shake at the intense feeling. My hands were reaching down to play with his hair while he was busy playing with my clit. Both of his eyes were looking up at me, taking pleasure in my reaction.

My heart was beating fast as I held my breath, enjoying how much he was worshipping me.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. So wet for me," he muttered.

"You make me wel,"

"I know and I love your juices,"

I could never get enough of his dirty talks wver we were in bed. He could spend hours whispering those dirty words to

me and I could rub myself until I came. I didn't understand much about how much my body craved for pleasure but after I

of sex life. had met Matteo, I was addicted to the highs

I moaned even louder when he inserted a finger inside pleasure.

"I'm going to come," I said, breathlessly.

"Come all over my face, baby. Come now,"

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e as he used his tongue to play with my clit, giving me too much

It didn't take me long to ride the waves of pleasure and I came all over his face. My fingers were tugging onto his hair as he continued to lick every drop of my wetness while my eyes stayed closed. How could I get enough of him? Maybe, never.