Secret Italian Prince's Baby

"Forever," I promised.

With a groan, he pulled out of me. I felt cold where he'd left me, but he pulled me into his arms and took us both into the bathroom. There was a Jacuzzi there. He put me down before climbing in. He turned on the tap and began to kiss me, pulling me into his lap so that I could grind against him as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could feel him starting to get hard even though he'd just climaxed.

The next morning, I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. I didn't want to get out of bed, but a ray of sunlight was hitting my eyes.

"Morning, cara," I heard Massimo say. I opened my eyes. I was stark naked in a bed in a room that I'd never seen before. Blinking, I started to remember what we had done last night. I remembered the island and the wedding.

"Morning, husband," I said. He kissed my forehead before pointing to the breakfast tray that was sitting on a table in the suite's breakfast nook.

"Eat," he commanded. "You need your strength."

I started to tug the sheet from the bed so that I wouldn't be eating naked, but with a few steps and some quick tugs, he pulled it away from me.

"I prefer you like this."

I supposed that during our honeymoon, however long it lasted, I could humor him. The two of us were the only people in this room. The curtains were white, which meant that they let through light but weren't transparent.

He picked me up as if I weighed the same as a doll and put me in his lap. I could feel the press of his morning wood against my butt. His arms wrapped around my rib cage, but I ate pancakes and bacon. I didn't know why, but today everything tasted like it'd been sprinkled with ambrosia. I felt warm and loved, wrapped up in his arms and sitting in his lap.

When I'd finished what was on the tray, Massimo spread my thighs. "Good morning," he told me as he slid inside of my naked body. I let out a half gasp as he entered my body. We'd done it so many times during the night that I couldn't believe there was anything left inside of him. Yet there obviously was, because he was stretching my body as if he hadn't had sex for a decade.

He lifted me up and down in his lap. I held onto the edge of the table just to have a stable point during the bumpy ride. When he shot inside of me, I orgasmed right there. I felt as weak as a kitten afterwards. He lifted me off of his lap and carried me bridal style into the bathroom, where he sat me on the edge of the Jacuzzi and carefully cleaned me up.

"What are your parents going to think of your pregnant wife?" I asked him.

He smiled at me. "I don't care."

I could hear the truth in his voice. Maybe our child would never inherit a throne, but honestly that'd be easier on me. I had no idea how to raise the heir to an ancient throne.

"You're thinking too much." Massimo went down on me, at which point all of my thoughts about the future disappeared.

"Should we leave the hotel?" I asked. My body felt sore in the best way possible. "I don't know if I can take anymore." I didn't know how many days it had been, but my entire world had become focused on pleasure. We'd make love, eat, sleep, and make love again.

"Why would we leave this suite?" he asked, licking his bite mark on my shoulder. "I could stay here for a lifetime."

"We both have responsibilities," I told him. "I like our honeymoon, but we have to return to the real world at some point. I have a business to run. Surely your parents can't be happy about your disappearance."

The skin over his cheekbones tightened. "They aren't." I knew that he'd checked his cell phone once during our honeymoon before turning it off and taking the SIM card out entirely.

"You have things to do," I told him gently. "I'd like to stay here with you and hide from the world, but you can't do it forever."

"So sensible, cara," he told me, kissing my neck and making me moan. He slid out of bed. Taking a deep breath, he put the SIM card back into his phone and turned it on.

Immediately, it began to buzz with a huge number of text messages. I could see his blood pressure rising with each second. I pulled him to the bed and began to massage his shoulders, pushin

g a little harder on the places he liked.

Some of the stuff on his phone was in Italian. But some of it was in English. His business had been fine in his absence since he told them that he was taking an impromptu holiday. There were a lot of messages from his mother. I just put more effort into the massage. I couldn't control what his family decided to do.

"I have to call them," he said, his voice tight. "Stay here, darling." He walked into another room in the suite and shut the door. I heard distant ringing before I heard shouting. I didn't know if she knew about his impromptu marriage, but she was about to find out.

I slid into the bathroom and shut the door. I filled up a tub to soak my tired muscles and sore body. I was half asleep when the bathroom door opened.

"Hey," I told him. He got into the tub with me and just held me against his hard body. "That bad?"

"Worse," he said, kissing my shoulder. "But nothing I can't handle." He spun me so that I faced away from him and slid into me without another word. I worked myself up and down him, feeling the tension in his body ease with every stroke inside of me. His hands were playing with my breasts. Soon, he was groaning as I clenched down on him. "Oh!" I gasped.

He moaned a little as he spilled inside of me. "I would do anything for you," he whispered in my ear.