EPILOGUE
Camela
The salty sea air fills my lungs as I stand at the railing of the yacht, sipping champagne and feeling utterly alive. The wind whips my hair around my face and the night air cools my skin. For a moment, I close my eyes and spread my arms, embracing the freedom.
Warm hands slide around my waist, pulling me back against a familiar, muscular body. "Enjoying the view?" Vincenzo's lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I lean into his embrace, covering his hands with my own. "The best view I could ask for."
His chuckle rumbles through me. "Flatterer."
Turning in his arms, I loop my own around his neck and press close. "Only speaking the truth, my love. There is one other view I think better than this," and my eyes trail down his torso, stopping beneath his belt, before flicking back up.
Vincenzo's gaze darkens, pupils dilating with desire. "Keep talking like that and I'll have to take you below deck right now."
"You promise?" I tease, nipping at his lower lip.
With a growl, Vincenzo claims my mouth in a searing kiss that steals my breath away. His hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me tight against him. I moan into his mouth, desire pooling low in my belly.
When we break apart, panting, I meet his gaze and see my own need reflected there. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion in private?"
Vincenzo scoops me into his arms without another word, carrying me across the deck. The crew knows better than to disturb us while we’re on honeymoon.
Vincenzo kicks the door of his cabin shut behind us and presses me against it, ravishing my mouth once more. I eagerly respond, my hands roaming across the planes of his back.
When we break for air again, he asks in a husky tone, "What are your thoughts on our honeymoon so far, Mrs. Consolini?"
A delicious shiver runs through me at his use of my new name. "It's been perfect in every way," I murmur, trailing kisses along his jaw. "As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters."
Vincenzo stills, drawing back to meet my gaze. The love and tenderness I find there make my heart ache with joy. "You are my heart, my everything, Camela. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."
Tears prick at my eyes as I cradle his face in my hands. "You already have, my love.”
“But let me get you a little taste of what you’re in for,” he moans, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed, laying me gently amidst the pillows.
His fingertips trail feather-light along my naked shoulder blades, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He reaches behind my neck, his fingers on the edge of my halter straps.
With his gaze locked onto mine, he unties the straps reverently, like I’m a gift bestowed to him. My dress loosens around my chest, and he pulls it down to my waist, revealing my tanned chest.
A soft moan escapes me as he gently parts my bra and allows it to fall away, taking the plunge and unveiling my breasts. With his hands, he gently cups my breasts, his thumbs gently stroking my nipples, awakening them to life.
I arch my back, pressing into his touch, allowing him to take control. His lips lower, meeting mine, as his hands explore further. His fingers trace down my sides, sending shivers through my body.
He pulls away from the kiss, his gaze locked onto mine as he moves his hands back up to my breasts, this time with a firmer grip. He kneads them, his fingers teasing my nipples to peak as he pulls me closer, his hips grinding into me.
The sensation is electric, sending heat flooding through my veins. I whimper in pleasure, my nails digging into his back as I try to hold on.
"Do you want me, Camela?" he asks gruffly, his eyes dark with desire.
"Yes," I gasp, my own need mirrored in my eyes. "I need you."
With that, he groans, his body shifting between the sheets as he hurriedly removes his clothes. I watch, mesmerized at how his chest falls to a perfect V, leading straight to his cock.
Once wholly naked, he joins me back in bed, by which time I’m trembling with need.
He gently slides down my dress, his lips following the trail of the discarded item of clothing. I’m in just my panties now, writhing in the sheets, mirroring the yacht’s gentle motion.
His lips meet my naval and flicks over it, sending goosebumps over my chest, down my arms and into my fingertips. My breath hitches as he slowly makes his way down, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
He reaches the edge of my panties and I can feel his hands pulling them away as he sits back on his haunches. I arch my back, wanting more of his touch.
"Vincenzo, please," I beg, my voice a shaky whisper. "I want to feel you inside me."
Vincenzo raises his head to meet my eyes, his own filled with need and hunger. "Then let me give you what you want, my love," he says, his voice a raw promise.
With that, he lifts me effortlessly off the bed, positioning me atop him. I wrap my legs around his waist, our bodies joining as one. He places his cock at the edge of my pussy, my eyes locked with his.
A tremor runs through me as I feel his thick, hard length pressed against my entrance. The anticipation alone kills me, and my arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me.
He nuzzles his face in my shoulder, bites into my shoulder, and then, in one swift go, rams into my pussy.
I scream, tight and hot, as he fills me completely. His hands grip my waist, holding me in place as he sets the pace. Fast. Furious. Hot.
I can feel him growing larger with each thrust, filling every inch of me. I moan his name, unable to control my own pleasure.
His grip tightens, pulling me closer to him, and my ass slaps against his balls over and over again.
He plunges deeper, his hips pistoning with a ferocity that threatens to shatter the very bed beneath us. Our bodies slam together, each impact echoing throughout the room, as his rough, calloused hands dig into my flesh, bruising me with passion.
My breasts wave in his face, and he leans down, quickly biting my nipple for a brief second.
“Oh my god,” I moan, throwing back my head.
I arch my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to hold on, my breath coming in sharp gasps. I throw back my head, and he grips my neck, keeping me there. Sweat glistens across his skin as he pounds into me with a raw, animalistic force.
My hips buck wildly, meeting each thrust with a fiery intensity, letting out a deep, guttural moan. He groans in return, his voice low and rough, as if an animal were trying to break free from his chest.
The next thing I know, he’s pushing me back with his hand on my throat until my back is fully arched, my shoulders on the bed. He’s still sitting on his haunches, fucking me hard.
The air around me tightens, and I see black. Where previously, this would trigger an immediate battle for survival, my heart and mind respond with utter trust and devotion.
I close my eyes, riding the wave of pleasure beginning to seep into me. With one hand on my throat, clenched against it, he takes his other and gently slaps the landing of my pussy.
My body jerks, the shock of the slap spreading through me like wildfire. Vincenzo leans down to whisper into my ear, his dark, intense eyes locked on mine.
"Let go, Camela," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Let go of everything and just feel."
I nod, unable to speak through the haze of pleasure. I let my inhibitions fall away. Vincenzo slams into me harder, faster than before.
My pussy clings to his cock, begging for more. I can feel my orgasm building, a tense coil within me.
With a deep, fierce growl, Vincenzo slaps my pussy again and then leans over me, pushing me down onto the bed completely horizontal, pinning my hips to the mattress as he thrusts into me deeper than ever before.
I can barely breathe, let alone protest, as his grip tightens around my throat. The world around us seems to fade away as I focus solely on the raw, primal pleasure he's giving me.
I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching around his cock, pulsing as if echoing his own heartbeat. His hips move faster, pounding into me, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. My inner walls tighten around him, milk him, and I know I'm close.
"Oh, Camela, you're so tight," he growls in my ear. "I can feel you, hear you, everywhere. You're so fucking perfect, I could come right now, but I won't. Not till I have you screaming my name."
His words push me over the edge, and I come. “Vincenzo,” I scream his name, and he releases the grip on my throat. The rush of heady oxygen, mixed with the tickle forming in my core, causes me to spasm around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure takes me into a sweet abyss. My body trembles and Vincenzo spills into me, causing me to revel in the warmth of the sensation.
He stays in me for a while until I catch my breath. Then, he pulls out. Afterward, I rest contentedly in his embrace, warm and sated. The gentle roll of the sea is soothing, lulling me towards sleep. "I love you," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest.
"And I you, always." Vincenzo's arms tighten around me, his heartbeat steady under my ear. "Sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake."
I drift off with a smile, safe in the knowledge that I have found my home.
I awake to find Vincenzo gone from the bed, though I can hear him moving about in the adjoining room. The faint glow of the golden arrow on the bedside table catches my eye, and I reach out to touch the smooth metal, taking it in my hand.
A surge of warmth flows up my arm at the contact, filling me with love and contentment.
Vincenzo enters the room, startling me. "It seems you were meant to find that arrow," he says softly and sits on the bed beside me, reaching over to touch it. With both our hands on it, it shines brighter, almost blindingly in the dark.
"Every time I touch it, I feel like the gods are watching," Vincenzo tells me, still staring at it.
"As do I." I meet his eyes, seeing my own wonderment reflected in their blue depths. "It truly is magical.”
"I’ve been thinking." Vincenzo takes my hand. "I believe it was meant to bind us together, to strengthen what we were destined to share." His thumb rubs slow circles over my knuckles. "But we must decide what to do with it. If you’re not ready to make that decision, we can lock it away and speak of it no more."
"No." I shake my head. "We were led to this gift for a reason. We should not refuse such a blessing but accept it." I lift his hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to his palm. "But, it’s given us all it can, don’t you think?”
Vincenzo's radiant answering smile is infectious. "It has," he echoes, leaning in to capture my mouth with his own. He parts from the kiss and releases the arrow. I gently place it on the bed between us, its glow fading now that we've separated.
Vincenzo picks it up, turning it over in his hands. "So, what should we do with this? It is too powerful to keep, yet I hesitate to destroy such an ancient relic, nor would I know how to."
"We could return it to the sea," I suggest. "Let the ocean claim it once more so its magic can spread to those who need it most when they find it in their time.”
Vincenzo nods. "A fitting end. The arrow came to us from the sea to bring us together, and now we release it to make fate for another." He stands, pulling me up with him, and we go out onto the deck.
The sea stretches endlessly before us, waves lapping at the sides of the yacht. Vincenzo raises the arrow, kisses it, and hurls it out over the water.
We watch as it slices through the air, a golden streak in the moonlight, and plunges into the inky depths. Though it disappears from view, I feel its power thrumming through the water, seeking out lonely souls to bind in love as it bound us.
A surge of peace and contentment fills me; we made the right choice. The arrow's purpose is fulfilled.
Vincenzo wraps his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. "It is done," he says softly.
I lean back against him, gazing up at the stars. A perfect ending to a perfect night and the most beautiful start for a married life.
The End