𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT | TENDERLY
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Natalia didn't really know what she expected when she invited him inside her parted thighs. Maybe she thought that in fucking him she could forgive him, that feelings aside she still wanted him, desired him or maybe she thought that all their problems would magically be solved.

Maybe she wasn't thinking at all.

She didn't know what she expected but she hadn't expected Lorenzo to move in on her, but instead of his greedy touch that she'd gotten so used to, he touched her with such tenderness that she almost hesitated.

"Are you sure?"

She didn't know what repelled her to nod, what repelled her to take his wrists and move them to her exposed body, his warm eyes locking on her sparkly ones.

Lorenzo didn't say anything, simply touching her like she was the air that he breathed. He leaned down, kissing her ear and tucking her hair behind her ear. "Are you sure?" Lorenzo repeated, needing to hear it to go any further no matter how much he wanted it.

Leaning further back, she locked her gaze with his once more, running her index along his sharp jaw in fascination. She kissed his neck, draped her thighs around his hips and nodded once more. "I'm sure."

Lorenzo watched as her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting so beautifully as his hand smoothed down the curve of her waist before hovering over her dainty white panties. He was suddenly reminded of her little fantasy, of how she wanted to be tenderly touched and suddenly he wanted to be the one to touch her like that.

He was a one-girl kind of guy, a passionate lover and a protective partner. He didn't do flings, didn't do casual. In spite of everything she believed, he'd always wanted her. When he was with her, there was only Natalia.

Only Natalia existed in his mind, in his heart, in his soul.

Hooking his finger through her panties, he dragged them down her legs and watched how her thighs shook with intimate shyness. It was an almost odd sight to him because the Natalia he knew wasn't shy. She was confident, intelligent and a beam of light.

"You're beautiful."

Her eyes fluttered open at his compliment. She'd expected his eyes to be perusing her body but instead, she found them locked on her face, staring at her with such soft eyes she suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Have I told you that?"

Maybe. Probably. But not like that. Not like she was everything to him.

Natalia's gaze fell to his large palm as it gently rested her leg over his hips, his sex brushing against hers. Suddenly she was reminded once more how real it all was, that she was really gonna do this with him.

Lorenzo caught the furrow between her eyebrows. And when she didn't try to stop him when he leaned closer, he pressed a kiss between her eyebrows. "If you don't want this to mean anything, it doesn't have to."

"And if I do?"

His hand slid from her hip to gently lay against her lower stomach. "Then it means something." It meant something to him. It meant that she trusted him sexually in spite of their fight, trusted he wouldn't hurt her, trusted he had her best intentions in mind, trusted that he cared for her. "Do you want it to mean something?"

Her gaze fell to his hand as his thumb gently caressed her belly. She'd thought that she'd gained weight, that the little bump was perhaps fluctuating hormones. Natalia suddenly felt emotional as his large hand splayed against her stomach. "Yes," she whispered. "Or no. I don't know." She wasn't sure if she wanted it to mean something.