It was too much.
My lungs burned with the weight pressing inside and out. His fingers played with me in the meantime, and the overwhelming pressure faded, replaced by sweet desire. Romeo thrust shallowly, experimentally, watching my face as he did.
“Hurts?” he checked in. I moaned in reply, his relentless fingers taking me over. “Your pussy wants this, though, doesn’t it? Let me make you feel good, wife.”
My legs fell open, lost to the rising heat Romeo stoked. It wasn’t long before I was cresting again, but this time I felt my pussy clenching around his cock. Romeo’s answering groan toldme he felt it, too. He hiked my legs up and bent over me. The heat of the moment incinerated my walls. Smoke and spitting ash shooting toward the ceiling. Romeo was inside of me, and the knot in my throat throbbed with the rightness of it.
“I can’t wait any longer. Give me your pain if it becomes too much.”
His frantic hips slapped against me as he plunged in and out. Sharp pain twinged, but it was muted. Romeo groaned in my ear, his hands locking behind my back. I was entirely in his control. Another twinge of pain had my mouth latching onto his shoulder, and I bit down. His skin quivered under the brutal hold of my teeth. Romeo swore, his thrusts becoming harder. I licked at the red marks I’d left, tasting the salt of his skin.
“Anita. I’m coming, sweetheart,” he groaned low, choking on the desperate noise. His cock twitched inside me, and I tightened my legs around his waist.
The pain forgotten. Nothing could shadow what I was feeling right now.
Romeo looked at his shoulder, at the myriad of bite marks I’d left.
“How did I ever believe you, sweet?” His smile kicked up in the corner.
He pulled out of me, disappearing to the bathroom to return with a warm cloth. I protested as he pressed it between my legs, tender as he wiped it against me. Streaks of red marred the white material, and I winced.
“Let me do it.” I grabbed his hand. He shot me a dark look.
“Be still. Are you sore?” He continued to clean until satisfied. My muscles ached in new places, especially between my legs. The path he’d carved inside of me was a languid, sated pulse. Romeo dealt with the cloth and returned to pull me into his arms. His hand ran through my hair, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“I’m glad we never had a proper wedding night,” I whispered. Cocooned in his solid arms, his leg thrown over mine. “If we had sex that night, I would have missed out on being with you as the real me.”
Romeo hummed, pressing another kiss to my hair.
“I spent so many nights craving you, but nothing could be better than this.”
I pressed my cheek against the expanse of his hard chest. His heart pounded in my ear, and the beat of mine synced with his, a thrum that soothed me.
Two souls who had found a home within each other.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
“Shortbread or date slice?” I raised an eyebrow at Romeo.
He fidgeted in the seat opposite me, beseeching Paolo. My cousin suddenly found something interesting to look at on his flared trousers.
“Neither. Is there an option for neither?” he grumbled when he realized there would be no support. A long silence drew out, and he pointed at the shortbread with frustration. The scent of gardenias wafted over me, and I breathed through my mouth to stop the scent from disturbing my stomach.
“Now if you’re done complaining?” I stifled a smile and waved a hand at Paolo.
“The Donatos have offered twice your usual amount to hire you.” He flicked a nervous look at Romeo, still not used to discussing business in front of him. Complete contrast to me.
This was how it was supposed to be all along. Though we had little time lately and would have even less in the future.These rare moments we snatched together were precious, and I cherished them.
“See? This is why afternoon tea is indispensable. They aren’t happy about what happened around Cassio’s death, and they want to make you pay. Confirm if Romeo is the target, and after, cut them loose.”
Romeo made a show of nibbling on his biscuit. It was buttery and pale golden. Perfect. If you didn’t account for the poison, I’d laced it with. He gave me a look as if to sayHappy?before dusting the crumbs off on his slacks.
“You got it, anything else?” Paolo’s gaze bounced between us.
“Any ladies in your life?” I asked, lifting my peppermint tea to take a sip. I let the liquid sit in my mouth for a moment, to soak into my rebelling tastebuds. Giving my stomach a moment to settle. Paolo grimaced, jumping out of the chair.
