Page 21 of Medical Malpractice

I went to speak, and she cut me off by pressing two fingers against my lips. “Leo, although this might seem rushed to you, trust me when I say this is not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve loved you from afar, then loved you as a best friend. But if I’ve learnt anything from these disastrous last couple of months, it’s that I can’t wait around for destiny to shape my future. Despite Nico’s many shortcomings, he was correct in one thing. I never fell out of love with you.”

I was struck dumb, unable to find my voice as Gabriella’s spellbinding fingers traced the edges of my face, infusing me with her magic.

“I don’t know if it’s fate, karma or some divine intervention,” she mused. “But I’ll readily bow down to whoever is responsible for bringing me back to you, for giving me this second chance, this opportunity. It was always you, Leonardo. You.”

She shifted abruptly, escaping my lap to stand in front of me. Heat razed my skin as euphoric happiness took over, my body hijacked and held in place. I’d waited countless years to hear those words, and the declaration was better than I’d ever imagined.

Gabriella’s green gaze was locked on mine as she gently slid the thin straps of her nightgown down her arms. The soft fabric fell away at her command, pooling down to her sexy waist, leaving her chest bare before me.

I groaned, my dick growing shockingly hard from the stunning sight. An urgent roaring spread through my bloodstream as she grasped onto the last scrap of material that hid her centre beneath.

“So, to answer your question, I want everything, Leo, as your dream is my own. I want to claim you as mine in every way that matters—as my love, my partner, my confidant and the father of my baby.”

With that last declaration, Gabriella shoved the rest of her nightgown to the floor. The only thing left was the heart-shaped pendant resting between her heaving breasts. She was naked, bare and so fucking beautiful that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Now, tell me, what do you want?” she asked, her tone laced with pure desire and tenderness. When she danced her fingers to those rosy peaked nipples and pinched, I lost all manner of thought, my psyche spiralling into an inferno of need.

I stood upright, taking one predatory step after another, suspense and demand circulating through me at high speed.

“You. That’s what I want.”

We collided together, two turbulent seas clashing into one. Our mouths met and devoured. My hands found and kneaded Gabriella’s ass as she literally climbed me.

My nervous system was in overdrive from the sparked contact as she aligned her body with mine. Holding her close, I pivoted for our bedroom—the one we’d both slept in since we moved in. Night after endless night, I would lie awake, forcing myself to be content with holding her hand. And I truly was—until then.

There was no turning back.

I dumped her in the middle of the bed and immediately followed, worshipping her flesh with my mouth and hands. Gabriella didn’t hold back, freely giving me each gasp, moan and whimper, which had me fucking high.

“So responsive, darling. Give me your screams,” I said before I bit down on her nipple. She obliged, her high-pitched shriek rebounding off the walls.

Then, in a surprise attack, she flipped me and scooted down my frame, ripping off the reminder of my clothes before kneeling between my legs.

Her entire focus was caught on my free cock, solid and desperate, with pre-cum leaking from the crown.

Gabriella bit into her lower lip, expression hungry. Fucking hell. That singular look nearly had me undone.

“I’m clean,” I said, wrapping a bold hand around my shaft, leisurely stroking from the base all the way to the tip, giving her a show. “I haven’t been with anyone since we reconnected, and I’ve had a thorough check-up before. Everything came back clear, and I’ve never been bare with anyone.”

“Good. I’m clean too,” Gabriella whispered before she bent forward and enveloped me in her hot mouth. My girl fucking moaned when my pre-cum hit her taste buds, lapping that shit up like she was bursting for more. She was crazed with lust, shoving my length to the back of her throat before sucking my balls between her sweet lips.

Another couple of seconds and I’d surely blow. My fingers tangled in her roots, pulling taut until she popped off my dick. Then the sexy vixen stared me straight in the eye and licked her lips. “I want more.”

She’s going to kill me.

“The first time I come will be deep inside that pretty pussy, darling. Now, let me play with you before I pound—”

Gabriella didn’t let me finish, choosing to take full control herself. She rose upwards, straddling my waist, giving me the first glimpse at how needy she really was, her dripping core making a mess of me.

“I don’t want to play anymore. I want the whole thing,” she said, sliding her tender clit up and down the side of my shaft, making me see double.

She fell forward, her palms landing on my pecs as her necklace swung forward with her movements.

I grasped on to the familiar pendant—the one I had found many years before.

“He always made me take it off,” she whispered. “He was never fond of the piece, and now I know why.”

“It was my gift to you, Ella. Seeing you wear it made me so fucking happy.”