Chapter 763

• Proserpina was struggling when the door was flung open and her husband strode in. The Don’s shirt was opened to the waist, revealing his sculpted body but his eyes were on the figure on the bed, her face pink with exertion.
• She almost raised herself on her elbows, wide-eyed in astonishment and happiness, before she sank back onto the bed, groaning when she saw him. But then she fell back, gasping as another spasm, stronger than the earlier one, rocked her body.
• Then, she turned to him as he sank to a chair Beatrice had pulled out for him, holding her hands, kissing them gently, then stroking her damp forehead.