Giving Birth to The Italian Billionaire’s Baby

Adaline woke up feeling sore and achy in several parts of her body. Nevertheless, she felt her body so warm. A sturdy arm hugged her stomach, and there were legs pressing against her thighs and calves. She shivered as she felt the regular and warm breaths there. Adaline bit her lower lip softly. Oh God, did she do anything wrong? She did all of this under the marriage vow. But why did she feel so embarrassed?

Adaline tried to release the embrace around her stomach and legs. But as she halfway removed it, the strong arm returned to grab her body and hold her tight. “Where are you going, ma’am? The sun has yet to rise,” Altezza whispered in her ear. His hair brushed against her neck, shoulder, and exposed back, making her ticklish and feel a strange sensation elsewhere on her body.

“B-bathing,” Adaline stuttered. Her hands clenched the thin blanket tightly covering her naked body. Altezza sat up and rested his head on his arm. His handsome face grinned. “Bathing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand and then at Adaline alternately. “It’s only two o’clock, aren’t you feeling cold?”

“Uh-um. I…” Adaline tried to find an excuse to save herself. Or more accurately, to hide from her embarrassment.

“Alright, alright… Go ahead and bathe,” Altezza said, trying to pull the blanket held by Adaline, but the girl-no, the woman-held onto it tighter upon seeing the strange expression on her husband’s face. “Darling, nobody bathes with a blanket.” Altezza teased with a smirk.

“B-but, I’m not wearing anything…” Adaline responded nervously.

“I’m the same way,” Altezza replied, once again pulling away the blanket covering Adaline’s body, albeit only halfway. “But… the bath isn’t now, Mrs. Altezza Quirino.” Altezza then moved to hover over Adaline, opening her legs with his knees. Seeing the woman’s eyes widen, he smiled and buried his face in the curve of her slender neck. “Later, after one more scene..” and Altezza resumed his actions that night, filling the otherwise silent room with the sounds of gasping breaths and the collision of flesh.

Altezza woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. Adaline was not there, and even when Altezza tried to listen for sounds in the bathroom, the answer was only silence. After their passionate lovemaking early that morning, they had fallen back asleep and woke up as the sun was about to rise, with Altezza once again asking his wife to continue the process of ‘making a baby’ until they grew tired and fell asleep again.

“It seems my animalistic desire is back,” Altezza murmured to himself. Reluctantly, he had to admit that he didn’t feel satisfied enough with Adaline’s body and wanted to do it again and again. Yet Altezza knew that for Adaline, it must feel very uncomfortable compared to the pleasure he experienced. Altezza himself knew that producing mature sperm didn’t happen in the blink of an eye. And perhaps the most effective ejaculation to fertilize Adaline’s egg was the first one, while the rest… Altezza shrugged.

Well, the rest was desire. No, not desire. But passion and pleasure. Yes, this was the pure passion a man has for a woman, and anything Altezza did to Adaline was not a sin or a mistake because she was his wife, not his mistress or another man’s woman.

Altezza stepped down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom completely naked. He disregarded his neatly folded clothes by Adaline at the corner of the bed and opted for a cold shower, hoping to reach a compromise between his mind and his manhood when he would see Adaline again.

Exiting the bathroom, Altezza glanced at the clock on the nightstand, showing eleven in the morning. He was still puzzled, wondering if eleven was considered morning or afternoon. Altezza shook his head. Lunch was approaching soon, and he had even missed breakfast. His stomach was undoubtedly feeling hungry at the moment. Fortunately, it seemed his wife understood his needs, as the scent of cooking filled the air upon opening the bedroom door.

Silently, Altezza walked towards the kitchen, standing tall behind his petite wife who always seemed serious whenever she cooked. Honestly, the more Altezza got to know his wife, the more he admired her. There was always something new that surprised him.

She never complained, never talked nonsense, and never demanded. But when she panicked, her ability to speak expanded rapidly, like a sports car speeding at six hundred kilometers per hour. And that always made Altezza want to laugh or pinch her cheeks affectionately.

Yes, his wife was truly an independent woman who disliked being pampered and whining. Even Altezza himself was surprised because for the past month, the girl hadn’t asked him for money, and she hadn’t even used the credit and debit cards he gave her at all.

Very different from Jovanka. Even before they officially got married, that woman often asked for this and that from him. Always whining, even for trivial matters.

Yes, Jovanka was professional when it came to work, but outside of that, she was a spoiled woman who always wanted to be the center of attention. The only similarity between Jovanka and Adaline was one. They were both virgins when Altezza married them.

Altezza unconsciously frowned. Why did that name resurface? Why was he comparing Adaline to that woman? He shook his head slightly to clear his mind.

However, that woman was the one who had filled his days for the past six years, even though she didn’t accompany him all the time. And the woman in front of him now was the one who would fill his days in the future. And somehow, thinking about their future days warmed Altezza’s feelings.

“Oh my God!” Adaline exclaimed as she accidentally stepped back and bumped into something solid behind her, which turned out to be her husband’s chest.

Altezza snapped out of his reverie and mischievously smiled back at his petite wife.

“Why do you always like to startle people?!” Adaline grumbled loudly.

“Good afternoon, my love,” he replied, kissing Adaline’s left cheek. Adaline widened her eyes and then blushed.

“S-Sir?” she stuttered.

“Yes, ma’am? Want more?” Without waiting for a response, Altezza kissed Adaline’s right cheek, making the girl blush even more.

Not satisfied, Altezza cupped Adaline’s face with his large hands and kissed her lips. A light kiss landed on her soft lips. There was a savory taste, perhaps from the spices the woman had just tasted.

Altezza turned off the stove with his right hand before continuing his kissing session. He gently pushed Adaline’s body until her hips and back touched the refrigerator. His kisses grew deeper, his tongue tracing Adaline’s lower lip, tasting the spices from the woman’s cooking, then sucking and nibbling on it gently.

Adaline had no idea where she had dropped her spatula. Her hands were now free to run through Altezza’s hair while he continued to kiss the right side of her neck. Moving up and down towards her ears, he licked them, causing Adaline to softly moan, which sent a pulsing sensation through the lower part of Altezza’s body.

Altezza rubbed his manhood against her intimate area, eliciting the same passion from her.

“Don’t wear pants when we’re alone together, my love,” he commanded in a whisper, nibbling on Adaline’s earlobe. “Answer me, darling.”

“Y-yes,” Adaline responded amidst her moans.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good,” Altezza whispered, while his right hand slipped into Adaline’s jeans without bothering to undo the button and zipper.

Ding dong… ding dong…