He smiled against my lips and pressed deeper. It felt like I was being split in half and remade at the same time.
His hand lowered to my clit, and he circled me there, his cock shallowly thrusting into my ass.
“Tell me how good it feels,cara… because to me it feels like fucking heaven.”
He brought his pale-green eyes to mine.
“You feel like heaven… youareheaven, to me… the only one I’ve ever sought to reach. The only paradise worth fighting for.”
“I’m going to come, I — I’m going to come right now,” I panted, my thoughts dissolving. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. There was just the feeling of the water around us and his body undermine. His cock, pumping steadily into me, and his hand circling my clit, making me shake.
“Come,cara. Come with me, now,” he growled in my ear.
And I did.
Maybe I was a good girl after all.
After,we got dressed and got onto Vento. Elio sat behind me, cradling me in his arms, his hands on the reins. He’d learned to ride like a pro. He was a natural. Seeing him taking care of the horses was the most peaceful sight.
We rode, and he took something from his pocket and tucked it under my bracelet. His wedding ring flashed in the afternoon sunlight as he picked up the reins again.
“I saw these when I was looking for you.”
Heliotropes.
“They’re beautiful.”
The vivid purple shone against my tanned skin.
“They are an interesting little flower… if you remember?”
Vento walked on slowly, taking his time to travel the small paths back toward the villa.
I shook my head, even though I did remember, and rested it back against Elio’s broad chest.
“Tell me.”
“As you wish. Purple often symbolizes mysticism and dreams… which makes sense, because for fourteen years, I’ve dreamedof you. Heliotropes turn their heads to track the sun, showing devotion… In Victorian England, they were given as a sign,” he continued and leaned down to speak in my ear. “‘I adore you,’they said.”
“And don’t forget that they were named for Helios, the god of the sun… like you, Apollo.”
“I am no god,topolina,” he chuckled. “In fact, I might be the very opposite. A mercenary, a devil… whatever I am, know one thing beyond all doubt.” He tightened his arms around me.
“I’m yours.”
“The feeling, my mercenary, is entirely mutual.”
