The Don’s Soulmate

52. Carlotta

Chapter 52

Carlotta

Screams rip from my throat as I bolt upright, sweat drenching my skin. The nightmare plays on repeat, Ettore's body torn limb from limb in that horrific contraption.

I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I shoot up in bed, tears streaming down my face. I cling to my belly, hugging my baby, worrying he or she is as afraid as I am. The remnants of the nightmare cling to me, wrapping around my mind like a dark shroud. Ettore stirs beside me, his brow furrowed with concern as he sees my distress.

"Carlotta, what's wrong? What happened?" his hands reach out to gently hold my trembling shoulders.

"I... I had a nightmare," I manage to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. "It was so vivid, Ettore. You were being tortured... killed right in front of me. Your body was torn apart in this horrible, ancient machine. I couldn't do anything to help you."

I close my eyes tightly, trying to will away the gruesome images. Ettore pulls me into a strong embrace, trying to provide me some semblance of warm comfort.

"Shh, amore mio, it was just a dream," he murmurs into my hair, his voice soothing my heart to calm down just a little. "I'm here, safe with you. Nothing will take me away from you."

I take a shaky breath, allowing his reassurance to seep into my bones. But the fear still lingers. "What if something does happen, Ettore? What could the dream mean?”

"Amore mio, listen to me," he says, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his piercing blue eyes. "We're soulmates, bound together by fate. It was a nightmare from the past, of a different life. In this lifetime, things will be different.”

“But how do you know that?” I almost scream, shaking my head in protest. “We’ve been torn apart hundreds of times over. Why would this time be any different?”

There’s a quiet lull for a few moments, Ettore warring in his head. And then, he nods, a decision having been made.

"Carlotta, there's something I need to tell you,” he begins. "The curse that has plagued our souls can be broken. I've discovered that if we have a child, as soulmates, we can’t be parted. Our unborn child has the power to break the curse and bring an end to the suffering we have endured for generations."

“What?” I ask, my fear running deeper. “You’re saying…”

“Once the baby is born, we will be together for all lifetimes to come. Nothing can get in our way.”

While it is hope that I should feel, I have petrifying paralysis. “But that means the gods might do everything to keep our child from entering this world,” I speak out the unthinkable.

“The gods will try, as they have for generations, but we’ve always found our way to one another. Besides,” he touches my belly. “You’re almost eight months pregnant. We’ve survived it all so far. We’ll fight harder, run longer, hide deeper for the next two and no harm will come to our child, will it now?”

His logic settles over me, and I feel a newfound determination take root in my heart. We have, must and will continue to do everything in our power to protect our child.

“No harm will come,” I say softly, looking down at where Ettore’s hand now rests gently on my belly. I glance up to see his eyes, so often filled with cold intensity, now soften as he gazes at the life growing within me. Our unborn child has become the center of his universe.

Something inside me shifts, and an overwhelming wave of love for this man washes over me. This is the Ettore who captured my heart – the fierce protector, the loving father-to-be. And in this moment, I realize that we're not only bound by fate, but also by the love we share for each other and this family we hope to build.

My hand reaches up to touch his face, feeling the rough stubble of his jaw beneath my fingertips. Ettore looks up quizzically and then sees what I desire. Him.

Without a word, Ettore leans in and places a thumb over my chin, bringing me closer until our lips meet. I close my eyes, feeling him stake his claim, his tongue prying my mouth open, driving into me.

I moan into his mouth, my hand still clutching his rough, rugged face. His other hand now travels down my back, finding its way beneath the fabric of my nightgown, cupping my ass with fervor.

"You're mine," he growls and pushes me down gently on the bed, adjusting himself over my body. I feel his cock hardening against me, the telltale sign of his arousal. "And nobody will ever take you away from me."

“Nobody,” I whisper into his mouth, biting his lower lip.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as our kiss deepens with hunger. We come up for air, both panting and gasping. Ettore looks into my eyes, searching for something: reassurance, love, trust. I give it all to him.

He grins as his fingers reach for the buttons of my nightgown. Getting exhausted of the slow progress, he decides to tear the fabric from my body instead. It rips with a sharp sound, and instantly, I cover my body with my arms.

I’m not used to him seeing me like this, naked—all swollen belly, enlarged breasts.

"I’ve never seen you this beautiful before," he murmurs, almost as though he can read my thoughts, his voice a low growl that vibrates through my very core. His hands slide down my sides, tracing the swell of my hips and the protruding curve that now houses our unborn child. The wonder and tenderness in his touch brings a blush to my cheeks. But this time around, it’s not from embarrassment or shame. It’s from knowing how desired I am.

I let my hands fall to my sides, letting him see me completely naked. He bends his head to my breasts, licking my nipple gently before moving to the other. I glide my hands through his hair, pulling him up, throwing my head back, guiding his mouth to my throat.

He sucks on my skin gently, grazing my skin with his teeth. I can feel my hips start to move involuntarily, seeking the friction that only him inside me brings.

He grows impatient too and without warning, parts my legs. His fingers reach up my thighs, leaving a hot trail of sizzling heat until he reaches my soft folds. Gently, he taps the corner of his finger against my pussy.

“Ettore, please…” I beg, my voice hoarse.

He plunges his finger inside me.

“So wet already,” he moans.

I arch my back at his touch, my hands gripping his arms tightly. He adds another finger, stretching me out. I bite my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Ettore's eyes darken with lust, and he leans down, his mouth claiming mine in a wild, hungry kiss.

"I'm going to take you now," he growls against my lips and begins to plunge in and out. It’s gentle at first and then beastly, just how I like it.

My head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as I cry out his name over and over again. He curves his fingers, tapping on my inside walls, just beneath my clit. I'm close, I whisper between moans, my body tensing under his.

He takes his spare hand and gently kneads my breast, my nipple hardening under his touch. He squeezes it just a little and begins to move his fingers in a circular pattern. I tighten my legs around his hand, closing my eyes, focusing on all the points he hits me and then, it’s that one spot I so love.

“Right there, baby,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

He rams his finger against my sweet spot and a small electric spark forms. I scream, throwing back my head as my legs begin to tremble and that spark turns into an entire inferno, making my hips buck, pushing my back down on the bed, and it erupts through my entire body.

His fingers continue their magic as I come undone beneath him, my body shuddering with pleasure. When at last I am spent, my chest heaving so, Ettore pulls out, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly. He positions himself just at my entrance.

"Etto—Ettore," I stammer, feeling both shy and emboldened by my desire for something specific. I want—can we try something different tonight?" Even as the words leave my lips, I'm struck by how far we've come and how much I trust him to voice my desires without fear or hesitation.

He regards me with a mixture of surprise and admiration, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "Certo, cara, sono qui per servirti." - Of course darling, I’m here to serve - he says softly, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Tell me what you want."

“Can you… fuck me from behind?” I ask, swallowing my embarrassment. I watch as his expression shifts from curiosity to eager anticipation, but then a dark cloud follows.

“Cara, I hate not giving you what you want, but from what I have read,” he says with a pained expression on his face, “we should avoid strenuous activity.”

“Sex isn’t strenuous,” I protest. “In fact, doctors recommend it even. It helps reduce stress, and eases body aches.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, a slow smirk creeping across his face. "Doctors, huh? I see you've been doing your research. Very well, cara. If this is what the doctor ordered, then we have no choice but to oblige." My heart races as Ettore's strong hands gently guide me onto my knees, arranging pillows beneath my belly.

"Is this okay?" he asks in a low, husky voice, his concern evident even as the heat of desire flickers in his icy blue eyes.

"Y-yes," I reply, trying to steady my breathing. I reach out, my hands holding the railing of the bed. He beds down over me, from behind, and whispers in my ear. “Now, what was it you wanted again?

I turn my head to look at him, fire still lingering in my veins. "I want you to take me like a wild animal," I whisper. His hands grip onto my hips.

He growls softly in approval and he positions himself behind me. This far-too-slow pace, one I’m unaccustomed to, makes the anticipation all the sweeter, and I find myself craving him more than ever before.

I feel myself drip for him.

“Part your legs,” he commands, and I adjust my knees. And then, he plunges into me, deep and hard. I gasp.

He moves slowly, carefully at first, mindful of my comfort. I close my eyes, savoring the way he fills me completely, every inch of him pleasing me.

"Etto-Ettore, more" I moan softly, urging him to continue. His hands grip tighter on my hips as he quickens his pace, each thrust more savage than the last.

"Carlotta, mio amore," he groans, his voice strained with desire. "You...you feel incredible."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize just how much I love him. Like this, with him inside me, I feel whole.

"Etto- I love you," I gasp out, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

"I love you too, Carlotta," he rasps, his voice filled with raw emotion as he continues to move inside me. Our ragged breaths are all I can hear, and then, I thrust my hips back into him.

He groans and fucks me harder. The bed creaks beneath us. I clutch the bedrail tighter, digging my knees into the bed to keep the position.

Our very souls seem to meld together as one.

His pace quickens, his powerful strokes driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the heat building within me, a wildfire raging through my veins.

"Etto...I'm close," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

"Let go, Carlotta," Ettore encourages, his voice filled with raw emotion as he rams me toward the precipice. "I'm right here with you."

The pressure coils tight within me, threatening to erupt. Ettore quickens his rhythm, taking a finger to my pussy, grinding against my clit until the cresting wave breaks over me. “Ettore,” I cry out his name just as the world goes blank.

I see stars and little streams of light and feel every part of my body surrender. My walls clench around him, out of my control, and I feel his cock grow harder and longer until, at last, he spills into me. His warmth oozes down my legs, and he pulsates as I cry out again.

He stays deep within until the last of my orgasm passes, and when he catches his breath minutes later, he lies down beside me, taking me into his arms.