40. Rork
40
RORK
I scoop Bianca into my arms, feeling the warmth and softness of her body against mine. I’m overwhelmed by a sense of relief so profound it nearly brings me to my knees.
She’s here, she’s safe, and she’s mine once more.
I carry her away from the Marino estate, my strides long and purposeful as I make my way back to the waiting car. I can feel the eyes of my soldiers on us, the tension in the air as they wait for my command to fight.
But there will be no battle today because I have my love back in my arms.
“Stand down,” I call out, my voice ringing with authority. “We’re going home.”
I can see the surprise on their faces, the flicker of confusion and relief as they process my words. But I don’t have time to explain or the patience for anything that might delay this reunion.
Because Bianca is here, in my arms, and that’s all that matters.
Before I open the car door, I feel Bianca trembling against me. Looking down, I see her eyes wide with wonder and disbelief as she takes in the army I’ve brought to her doorstep.
“You… you were really going to fight for me,” she whispers, her voice soft with awe. “You were willing to go to war, just to bring me back.”
I nod, my throat tight with emotion. “I would have burned the world to ashes if that’s what it took to have you in my arms again.”
I can’t resist kissing her then, my lips finding hers in a kiss that’s both tender and desperate. I pour all of my love, longing, fear, and relief into that single, perfect moment, uncaring if others see us.
Pulling away, I hold her close, breathing in the scent of her hair and feeling the beat of her heart against my chest. I will never let her go again. I will never let anything or anyone come between us, no matter the cost.
She is mine, and I am hers. Two halves of a whole, bound together by a love that transcends time and space and the petty differences of warring Families.
Opening the car door, I gently place Bianca inside the car before I slide in beside her, tapping on the roof of the car to let the driver know to get going. Bianca’s legs are draped across my thighs and my arms are wrapped tightly around her waist. I can’t stop touching her and marveling at the fact that she’s really here with me again.
But even as I bask in the warmth of her presence and breathe in the sweet, familiar scent of her hair, there’s a question that burns in my mind.
“Bianca,” I murmur, my voice low and rough with emotion, “what you said back there, about being pregnant—did you mean it? Is it really true?”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and luminous in the dim light of the car. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that, Rork. Not to you, and certainly not to my father.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as the reality of her words sinks in. “I know, I just… I had to be sure. I didn’t want to call it into question in front of your father, but now…”
I trail off, my hand coming to rest gently on her stomach. “We’re really having a baby? Really?”
Bianca nods, a small, hesitant smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “We are. I found out a few days ago.” She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching mine with a sudden, nervous intensity. “Are you… are you happy about it? I know we never really talked about having kids, and with everything that’s going on?—”
I cut her off with a kiss, my lips finding hers in a gesture that’s both tender and fierce. “Happy?” I murmur against her mouth. “Bianca, I’m fucking ecstatic . This is everything I never knew I wanted, everything I never thought I’d have.”
I pull back, my eyes shining with the depth of my emotion. “You’ve given me the greatest gift in the world. I swear to you that I will cherish that gift and the woman who gave it to me for the rest of my days.”
Bianca lets out a shaky breath, her blue eyes filling with tears of joy and relief. “I love you, Rork. More than I ever thought possible.”
I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “I love you too, Bianca. You and our baby, more than life itself.”
I pull Bianca firmly against me and kiss her passionately. The kiss starts slow, sweet, and romantic, each touch of our lips a silent declaration of the love that binds us. But soon, the heat between us grows, and her fingers fist in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.
I’m so damn thankful for the privacy partition in the car. I can’t get enough of Bianca’s kisses, and I groan against her mouth, my hands roaming over her back, pressing her closer to me. Her body molds perfectly against mine, igniting a fire within me that I can’t control.
“Bianca,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with desire, “I can’t get enough of you.”
She responds with a soft moan, her hands clutching at my shoulders, as if she can’t bear to be apart from me for even a second. The world outside the car fades away, leaving only the two of us lost in our heated embrace.
Knowing she’s carrying our child makes my love and desire for her even more intense. My heart swells with a fierce protectiveness, a need to cherish and safeguard this woman who means everything to me. I trail kisses down her neck, reveling in the soft gasps she makes, my hands exploring her curves with reverence.
“You’re everything to me, Bianca,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “And now, knowing about the baby… I can’t even put into words how much I love you both.”
Her eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of love and longing. “Rork,” she breathes, her voice trembling with emotion, “I love you too. So much.”
Hearing her say those words makes my heart soar. I capture her lips again, this time with even more intensity. Our kiss is a dance of passion and need, a promise of everything we have and everything we will share. My hands move to her belly, resting there gently, the reality of our growing family sinking in.
My desire for Bianca reaches a fever pitch, and I need her now. It’s been too long since I’ve been with her, and I’m desperate to touch her, to taste her.
With a reverent touch, I lay her down on the seat, my eyes locked on hers as I yank down her shorts. Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushed with anticipation, and the sight of her vulnerability mixed with desire drives me wild.
I spread her legs, my breath ghosting over her pussy. The intoxicating scent of her arousal makes my mouth water, and I dive in, my tongue parting her folds to taste her. She tastes sweet, and I can’t get enough.
Bianca’s moans are like music to my ears as I explore her with my tongue, each sound driving me to delve deeper, to taste more. She writhes beneath me, her body reacting to every flick and swirl of my tongue. Her hips thrust up into my mouth, seeking more, and I grip her hips, holding her down as I devour her.
“Rork,” she gasps, her voice a breathless plea that sends a jolt of desire straight through me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer, urging me on.
I respond with a growl, my tongue working her expertly, lapping at her folds and sucking on her clit, reveling in the way her body responds to my touch. Every moan, every shudder fuels my need for her, and I can’t get enough. The way she arches her back, her hands scrabbling at the leather seat, tells me she’s close.
“Come for me, Bianca,” I murmur against her, my voice thick with need. “Let go for me.”
Her body arches higher, her cries of ecstasy growing louder as she shatters beneath my touch. I hold her tightly, feeling her pulse and tremble, her release a symphony of pleasure that echoes in my own body. I savor every drop of her essence, my tongue delving deep to taste all of her, drawing out every last wave of her orgasm.
As she comes down from her high, I kiss my way back up her body, savoring every inch of her skin. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted, and I can’t resist capturing them in a heated kiss, tasting her sweetness mingled with the remnants of her climax.
God, I love her so much.
“I need you, Bianca,” I whisper against her lips, my hands caressing her sides. “I need all of you.”
But just before I’m ready to enter her, the car slows and the driver’s voice crackles over the intercom, indicating that we’ve made it back home.
Home .
It’s certainly home now that Bianca is back with me.
I don’t waste any time. I scoop Bianca up into my arms, her surprised laugh echoing through the hallways as I carry her straight into the house and to our room. My heart races with a mixture of anticipation and love, knowing that tonight, we have even more to celebrate.
“Rork, what are you doing?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her arms twined around my neck.
“I’m taking you to our room,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion. “We have some celebrating to do.”