The pressure inside me built to a breaking point, each thrust amplifying the fire between us until it exploded in a tidal wave of bliss. “Oh, God, Roman!” I screamed, my body shattering around him as I reached my climax, the intensity ripping through me and leaving me trembling in its wake.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as his release overtook him. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself inside me, his warmth filling me as he growled my name. My body clenched around him, another orgasm tearing through me as my cries mingled with his, our voices echoing in perfect harmony.
When we finally collapsed into each other’s arms, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no past, no future—only this moment, only Roman and me, tangled together in the aftermath of our passion. His heartbeat echoed against mine, our breaths mingling as we lay entwined, basking in the glow of what we had created together. In his arms, I was whole, loved, and utterly complete.
I sighed into the crook of his neck, my mind drifting to the shared dream that now tied us together. A future for us, our children, and the world we would rebuild together. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing became my anchor as I traced the inked patterns on his chest, each line and swirl a reminder of our journey.
“Roman,” I murmured, my voice tinged with awe. “We finally have answers.” My eyes sparkled with a radiant joy, a light that had been absent for far too long.
Roman pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me with a protective warmth that lulled me into a peaceful sleep. I was so sated—not just from our lovemaking but from the weight of the knowledge we now held.
The strange glowing orb in the corner of the room pulsed with dawn’s calling, casting a warm, golden hue over our entwined forms. It felt like we had feasted on the universe’s secrets, savoring each revelation as if it were the most sumptuous of meals. And yet, there was more—so much more—the lure of unraveling the sacred scripture’s mysteries awaited us.
As if on cue, the scent of freshly baked bread and strong coffee wafted into the room, heralding the quiet entrance of a manservant carrying a tray laden with breakfast. He set it down with practiced grace, offering a respectful nod.
“Master Roman, Lady Olivia,” he said softly. “Breakfast is served.”
Roman and I indulged in the comfort of our bed just a moment longer, letting the robust aroma of the morning meal envelop us. With each bite, the strength and vigor we needed for the day ahead returned to our bodies.
“Pasha Hassan awaits you in his study,” the servant informed us after we had eaten our fill. His words were simple, yet they carried the weight of expectation.
“Tell Amir… tellFatherwe will be there shortly,” Roman replied, his voice steady and resolute.
I nodded, bolstered by the prospect of what lay ahead. We were ready to unravel the mysteries enshrined within the sacred texts and begin weaving the future we had fought so fiercely to secure.
With hearts full and minds eager, we rose from the soft embrace of our bed, stepping into the light of a new day—one brimming with hope and purpose. Yet, beneath this fleeting sense of tranquility lurked shadows. The inevitable dangers waiting to test us were never far. We knew peace was but a temporary guest in our tumultuous world.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
OLIVIA
Drunk on love and with our bellies full of nourishing food, Roman and I shuffled down the corridor, our steps muffled by the plush carpets sprawling like a sea of red velvet beneath our feet. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, copal, and old books—a fragrance that clung to the ancient walls of Amir’s underground palace. Roman’s arm brushed against mine as we walked, the warmth of our tangled sheets still lingering between us.
We were giddy, almost tipsy, on the heady blend of danger and desire that had consumed us just hours before. Along the path, we stole kisses like precious treasures, each promising more. Our insatiable hunger for one another remained a flame neither of us wished to extinguish.
As we neared the heavy oak doors, the gravity of our mission returned, pulling me back to the reality of what lay ahead. Yet, the glow of the night lingered on my skin, a radiant aftermath of being wrapped in Roman’s embrace.
With a gentle push, the doors creaked open, revealing Amir’s study. He glanced up from an ancient tome, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I trust you slept well,” he said, his voice laced with humor and a shrewd glint in his gaze. “Though I suspect sleep was not your primary indulgence.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his words, painting them a telltale shade of crimson. There was no concealing the fervor that clung to us, as tangible as the morning dew on the palace’s stone walls. Amid the embarrassment, though, a flicker of pride warmed me—pride for the connection Roman and I shared, a bond that was ours and ours alone.
“Indeed,” I managed to reply, lifting my chin slightly. The blush remained—a banner of the love I bore for my husband—but I refused to let Amir’s teasing diminish the beauty of what Roman and I had found in each other.
“Alright, let’s get down to it,” Amir said, his voice taking on a serious tone. He stood and meandered toward the same darkened closet where, just yesterday, he had unearthed the daggers.
Anticipation coiled within me like a spring as he disappeared into the shadows. Moments later, he emerged cradling a tome so ancient its very presence seemed to hum with the weight of bygone eras. The leather binding was cracked and weathered, the color of deep mahogany, and it bore intricate etchings that whispered of arcane knowledge and secrets locked away in time. Bound with robust cords, the edges of its pages gleamed faintly, tinged with gold that glinted in the study’s dim light.
“Here,” Amir said, extending the book toward me with a reverence that bordered on the ceremonious. I reached out and accepted the relic with equal care, feeling the cool brush of the leather against my palms.
“Behold, the book of the alphabet you need to decipher,” Amir said. “You must figure out the words one by one. I can offer guidance if needed, but you should embark on this journey together.”
His expression carried a conspiratorial edge as though he were privy to some secret jest at our expense. “Make yourselves comfortable in my study. I shall bring food and drink to sustain you while you work.”
With that, his gaze lingered on us, amusement twinkling before he strode from the room. The door shut softly, leaving Roman and me with the venerable volume—a book that promised both enlightenment and enigma, its secrets waiting to be unraveled.
Settling into the plush loveseat tucked in the corner of the study, I playfully tugged Roman down beside me. He grabbed a nearby cushion with a mischievous glint and tossed it at me. Laughter filled the room as we engaged in a spontaneous pillow fight, the seriousness of our mission momentarily forgotten.
