Gazing at her, a mixture of awe and affection enveloped me. She was a woman in pain, yet her heart extended towards my well-being.
"Artemy," she uttered softly, her voice like a gentle caress against my senses.
My name on her lips was a symphony, echoing with a sweetness I could never tire of. "Do you know how much I love hearing my name from your lips?" I confessed, a smile tugging at my mouth. The resonance of her saying my name was an unceasing joy.
A hum of contentment escaped her lips against my neck, a soft melody that stirred my emotions. "I remember your name. And... your eyes."
My smile widened, a sense of relief w
REBECCATranquility enveloped me, a sensation I hadn't recognized until its gentle embrace enveloped my being. The melody, a vessel for our emotions, concluded unnoticed, and my fingers ceased their dance upon the keys. It was only when Artemy rose from his seat that I snapped back to reality, his movement captivating my senses.Beside me he moved, a soothing presence as he knelt, intertwining his fingers with mine. "Do you recall, Angel?" he queried, the weight of his words sinking my heart.His question left me speechless, a shake of my head conveying my poignant truth. Eyes shut tight in the clutches of desolation, I uttered, "I can only remember... the piano. The music remains elusive, like a fleeting dream I can't grasp."
REBECCAI found myself perched on the edge of the bed, an air of anticipation hanging around me as I awaited Artemy's arrival. My hand tenderly cradled my rounded stomach, and in the gentle rhythm of life beneath my skin, I felt the baby's movements.Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Artemy emerging from the bathroom. He stood there with a towel casually draped over his shoulders, methodically drying his damp hair. The expanse of his chest was bared to the world, his attire limited to nothing but a pair of sleek black sweatpants.Our eyes met, and a soft smile curved on Artemy's lips. "Why not make your way to the piano room while you wait for me?" he suggested, his voice a warm caress.I n
REBECCAArtemy winced as the memory resurfaced, and even I was struck by a pang of anguish."I was wounded, Rebecca. Discovering that the woman I ardently love was affiliated with the Cavalieri was a blow. I was furious, yes, but never did I entertain the notion that you were the infiltrator. I merely needed solitude to comprehend. In that solitude, I grasped why you remained silent," he explained.He swallowed audibly, his gaze locked onto mine. Our foreheads met as he lowered his head, our breathing synchronized. "My withdrawal wasn't prompted by your allegiance to the Cavalieri. It was fueled by the hurt from your silence. When I eventually reconciled with reality, it was too late. You were already gone. That day... I hadn't known such agony. It felt as though
REBECCAI delicately eased into my pink dress, its fabric accommodating the curves of my round stomach. Gazing at my reflection, I marveled at the sight before me.The dress, a soft and lovely shade of baby pink, flowed down to the midpoint of my thighs. A surge of gratitude washed over me for Lynda, whose thoughtful choice in dresses had proven to be a blessing. Their design flawlessly embraced my pregnant belly, providing comfort and style in one.Turning from side to side, my reflection displayed the transformation I'd undergone. Just the day before, Lynda had skillfully trimmed my hair, restoring it to the same length it had been before my tumultuous separation. Now it cascaded down my back, an intentional gesture to please Artemy, who adored it this way. My c
REBECCAExiting the room, a mix of emotions played on my cheeks, manifesting as an uncontrollable smile. Our return to the living room found Lynda and others waiting with bated breath."Well?" Lynda inquired eagerly, her excitement palpable.Locked in a shared understanding, Artemy and I exchanged a glance before his proud declaration cut through the suspense, "A princess."Lynda's delight erupted in a squeal as she enveloped me in a hug. Nona's fond smile radiated warmth as she joined in the embrace. "Congratulations, my dear. You've gifted us with a princess, a precious addition after so many years."Her hug soon transitioned to
REBECCAI wished fervently to vanish, to escape the nightmare that had resurfaced. The voice of the Devil was a chilling reminder of past horrors.Artemy stood erect, his posture unwavering, causing me to sense his deliberate turn. Gradually, I rose from my position, mirroring his movement yet deliberately concealed behind his protective stance.My vantage point prevented me from sighting Raffaele's whereabouts. I remained entirely concealed, shielded by the solid presence of Artemy shielding me.With a deliberate motion, Artemy's hand drifted to his waistband, the resting place of his firearm."Ah, ah. Make no sudden moves or I w
REBECCAMy throat throbbed and ached, a result of the unrestrained screams that had torn from it. Exhausted, I found myself devoid of tears, my eyes dry and vacant. The ability to even utter a sound had abandoned me, leaving me in a haunting silence. Shock's electric current surged through my body, rooting me in place as the scene before me unfolded in horrifying clarity.The surreal nature of what I was witnessing simply couldn't be real, my mind protested.Especially not now, not after the arduous journey we had endured. The distance we had come felt too immense, too laden with struggle, for it all to culminate like this.My palms met the cool blades of grass, the pain in my knees almost seconda
REBECCATension lingered briefly between the two men before their glares softened. A sigh escaped me as their silence endured. There was a long journey ahead for us all.Artemy paced around the perimeter of the bed, finally positioning himself beside me. His presence was a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil. "Rebecca, let's depart from this place. You must rest," he said, his voice laced with concern, only to abruptly halt as anger etched across his features.His emotions were palpable; I knew precisely what was brewing beneath his surface.Raffaele's capture had unleashed Artemy's thirst for retribution. His clenched fists spoke of his volatile intent. I intervened, grasping his hands and press
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared