Nina
My eyes fluttered open in the dimly lit room as I heard the soft creaking of the bedroom door. A sliver of moonlight spilled in, revealing Enzo’s silhouette as he quietly made his way back into bed.
He moved slowly and cautiously, clearly not wanting to wake me. up, but I was already awake. I couldn’t fall asleep without him, not after what he had told me. I had wanted to give him some space to think, but I couldn’t stop my mind from whirling with thoughts of my own.
I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. In the pale light, I could see the exhaustion etched into his features, and it tugged at my heartstrings. He had been through so much, and I couldn’t help but worry about him.
“Enzo,” I whispered, my voice heavy with exhaustion, “is everything okay?”
He froze for a moment in the middle of pulling his shirt off over his head, as if I had caught off guard with my words. Then, he turned to face me, and I could see the weariness in his eyes. Despite the darkness, there was a vulnerability in his gaze that touched me deeply.
“Yeah,” he replied softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. He finished pulling his shirt off and sank down into the bed, his head resting on the pillow beside me. “I just needed to clear my head.”
I shifted closer to him, reaching out to gently trace the outline of his jaw with my fingers. “You’ve been through so much, Enzo,” Imurmured. “I hate seeing you like this.”
He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned into my touch. “I know, Nina,” he said, his voice hoarse and strained. “But I’ve made a decision.”
I furrowed my brow. “What decision?”
Enzo hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words.
Then, he looked deep into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve decided I’m going to report Mila for what she did,” he said, his voice steady. “Screw it if she ruins my career over it. I won’t let her get away with this.”
My heart swelled with pride and relief at his words. I had feared that he might hesitate, that the fear of the consequences would hold him back. But he was willing to stand up for himself, and I couldn’t have been prouder of him.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Enzo responded eagerly, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that spoke of his own pent -up emotions. The kiss dee pened, and for a moment, all our worries and fears faded away, leaving only the warmth of our love.
As we pulled away, our foreheads pressed together, and I whispered, “I’m so proud of you, Enzo. If you need me to do anything, I’m here.”
He smiled softly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “That’s all I need from you,” he murmured as he let his lips trail across my jaw and down my neck. “I just need you to be here. With me.”
1 moaned quietly beneath his kisses. His fingers were cold against my skin from the chilly outside air as he traced his fingers along my waist beneath the blankets, and I knew what he wanted.
Our eyes met in the dim light of the room, and his husky gaze spoke volumes. He wanted me. No, he needed me:
Slowly, I sat up and moved to straddle him. His waist was cold against my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t care.
I leaned down and pressed another kiss against his lips, this time with even more fervor.
“Nina,” he whispered, cupping my face in my hands. “Are you sure?”
I knew what he was uncertain about: the pregnancy, the way I had been sick. But I nodded anyway, a soft smile flickering across my lips.
“I’m sure,” I whispered in response. “I want you.”
Enzo’s eyes flashed with excitement, a slight orange color flickering through them in the darkness as our closeness awakened his wolf. I could feel my own wolf awaken inside me too, and as a smirk flashed across my lips, I rolled my hips against his and reveled in the sound of his groan.
He reached out and dug his fingers into the soft skin of my hips, a sensation of both pleasure and pain. I could already feel his hard erection straining against his pajama pants. I sat down a little bit harder, grinning in the darkness as I heard another moan escape his lips.
“You’re a tease,” he whined, bucking his hips up slightly beneath me. “A little tease.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I cooed as I began to work my waydownward, my lips trailing along the chiseled muscles of his chest and his belly. I let my tongue run along his skin, taking pleasure in the way little goosebumps raised there
“I do like it, he groaned as I worked my way further down. “But you’re awful sometimes, you know that?”
I couldn’t help but smirk. I bit into the soft skin of his lower belly gently, causing him to let out a frustrated huff that just made my panties even more wet than they already were. Then, gently working his pajama pants and boxer briefs down with my fingers, I released his hard cock from its fabric prison.
No matter how long we had been married, I never quite got used to the sight. Enzo’s cock twitched slightly, the veins bulging in the. shaft of moonlight streaming in through the window. I trailed my index finger up and down its length, watching as he grit his teeth and arched his back with frustration.
Then, my smirk growing, I carefully flicked my tongue across the tip.
Enzo growled, a deep and gravelly sound that made me shiver with anticipation.
“You’d better hurry, Nina,” he groaned, his eyes flashing orange again as he met my gaze. “Or else I’ll take what’s mine.” I clicked my tongue at him. “So greedy,” I whispered, even though his possessive and commanding tone of voice only turned me on even more. I held his e ye contact as I flicked my tongue across the tip again, then ran it up and down his shaft, pausing to suck on each of his balls.
Enzo let out a contented sigh as he reached down to grab a handful of my hair. Still staring at him, I moved up again to finally slip hiscock into my mouth, and the sound that escaped his lips then was nothing short of perfect.
“Fuck, Nina,” he whispered as i began to move up and down with my lips wrapped around his cock, twisting my head slightly with each movement. “Sometimes I forget how good you’ve gotten at that.”
Coming up for air, I shot him a sultry look and wiped some of the spit trom my lips. I held his gaze for the longest moment as I trailed my fingers over his thighs, around his balls and then up the shaft of his cock one last time.
And then, with a wide grin, I pulled the blanket over my head and lost myself in the feeling of making my husband come.
Nina
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I blinked my eyes open, feeling the familiar weight of Enzo’s arms wrapped around me. His breath was slow and steady against the back of my neck, a comforting presence that never failed to soothe me.
I snuggled closer to him, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed against mine. The events of the previous night had left us both emotionally drained, but being in his arms made me feel safe and loved
“Good morning,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath as I turned to face him.
Enzo’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily at me. ” Morning, beautiful,” he replied, his voice husky with sleep. He leaned in to capture my lips in a tender kiss, and for a moment, the world outside our little cocoon faded away.
We laid there for a while, comforted by each other’s arms. The memories of last night began to flood back in, and I blushed as I remembered the ecstasy of it all.
I remembered the feeling of his skin against mine, the taste of him in my mouth. I had reveled in the feeling of just making him feel good, repeatedly refusing his attempts to return the favor. We had fallen asleep together, tangled up and utterly content.
As we pulled away from each other now, I still couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. “I love waking up like this,” I admitted, running my fingers through his unruly brown hair.
Enzo chuckled, his hand trailing down my back in a lazy caress. “Me too,” he said, pressing another soft kiss to my forehead. “It’s my favorite part of the day.”
I nestled closer to him, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my fingertip. “What are your plans for today?” I asked, genuinely curious about what he had in mind.
He sighed, his expression growing serious. ” I need to make some calls and figure out how to proceed with reporting Mila,” he said. ” It’s not going to be easy, but I can’t let her get away with what she did.”
I nodded in understanding. “I’m here for you, Enzo,” I said softly, my fingers coming to a rest on his chest. “Whatever you need, I’ll support you.”
His eyes met mine, and I could see the warmth in their brown depths. “I love you, Nina,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
After a few more moments of comfortable silence, we crawled out of bed and made our way to the shower to wash off the excess of last night. While we stood under the hot water, though, we couldn’t stop ourselves from exploring each other again, and spent far too long in there until the room was full of steam and our bodies were exhausted from the exertion.
Once we were finished, though, I felt even more content; and with a final kiss, I decided to get dressed and head downstairs.
As I made my way downstairs, I realized that I was hungry and decided to start the day with a cup of tea before the morningsickness began. The scent of brewing tea leaves filled the kitchen as I went about preparing my morning ritual.
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I glanced around the kitchen, but my father was nowhere to be seen. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check his office, which was just off the kitchen.
As I pushed open the door to his office, though, I was met with an unexpected sight. My father sat behind his desk, engaged in what appeared to be a serious meeting with a man I didn’t recognize.
They were deep in conversation, discussing something with great intensity.
I immediately felt a pang of guilt for intruding on their privacy when they both looked up. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered, backing away from the doorway. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” My father looked up, surprise evident on his face, and he quickly gestured for me to come in. “Nina, it’s okay,” he said, his tone reassuring. “Please, come in.”
I entered the room, feeling a bit sheepish. “I didn’t realize you were in a meeting,” I said.
My father nodded, his gaze shifting to the man sitting across from him. “This is Joshua,” he introduced. “He’s helping us plan the Moon Goddess Festival.”
I blinked in surprise, not sure I had heard him correctly. “Moon Goddess Festival?” I repeated, my curiosity piqued.
My father chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yes, the Moon Goddess Festival,” he confirmed. “It’s an annual tradition.”
I had never heard of such a festival before and couldn’t help but be intrigued. “What’s it all about?” I asked.
My father leaned back in his chair, a thought ful exptession on his face. “The Moon Goddess Festival is a celebration of the summer solstice,” he explained. “It’s said that during the summer solstice, the goddess blesses our people with her energy and protection.” I listened intently, fascinated by the concept. “And what do people do during the festival?” I asked
“Well,” my father continued, exchanging glances with Joshua, ” there are various rituals and ceremonies that take place. But one of the most popular traditions is for pregnant women to attend the festival during the full moon and leave an offering for the Moon Goddess.”
As he spoke, his eyes flickered to my belly. I instinctively placed my hand over it, cocking my head to the side. ” An offering?” I asked, a hint of skepticism in my voice. “What kind of offering?”
“It can be anything that holds personal significance,” he explained.
“It’s a way for expectant mothers to connect with the goddess and seek her blessings for a healthy pregnancy and a prosperous future for their child.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the idea, even though it sounded like nothing more than superstition to me. “That sounds interesting,” I said slowly with a chuckle. “Maybe I should leave an offering.”
“That’s something you could consider,” my father said with a chuckle of his own. “The solstice itself isn’t for another couple of weeks, although the festival will be kicking off with a grand party this weekend. It’s a lengthy affair, so you’ve got time to decide. But don’t let me pressure you.”
As I left my father’s office, I found myself thumbing the talisman that hung around my neck. While part of me dismissed it as mere superstition, another part of me was intrigued by the concept of seeking blessings for our unborn child
Maybe it was just my own worties coming to the surface, but it did sound inviting. And what was the harm, right?
I knew that Enzo and 1 would make our own decisions about our family’s future, but the idea of participating in a tradition that had been passed down through generations held a certain appeal. Maybe it was a way to honor our people’s heritage and connect with something greater than ourselves.
Or maybe it was just a way to ease our worries about our baby.
Either way, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of offering I would choose to leave and what blessings the Moon Goddess might bestow upon our growing family.