Chapter 30
ROSE
Why am I not mortified right now? I am naked; he is naked, and we are doing things I never imagined in my lifetime. I’m not talking about sex. That is still something to anticipate. The moment he slides into my body and takes up permanent residence.
It’s this. The wicked gleam in his eye and the champagne. I have gone from hating it to loving it in one delirious moment of wickedness. I can’t return to the convent–ever–because my soul has been corrupted and, furthermore, I am enjoying every second of it.
Julius is staring at me like a wolf sizing up his next meal, and I’m ready for that.
He took me to paradise and allowed me to drift home when I was ready, and my heart thumps as I steal a look at him. He grasps my chin between his powerful fingers and whispers huskily, “I have a beautiful wife. I am a lucky man.”
My heart flutters as I think of him differently now.
“Husband.”
I test the word on my lips and smile, running my thumb against the wedding band that sits on my finger.
He leans closer and says in my ear, “If I make another life with you today, Rose, I will consider that the biggest gift you could give me.”
My heart pounds. Another life. I’m not prepared for that, and yet as he says the words, I’m surprised to find that I like it. Another life. A mix between the two of us and my heart clenches.
Another life.
I wrap my mind around the words that don’t scare me half as much as I thought they would.
He strokes my face while gazing into my eyes and whispers, “I want to make another life with you, Rose, on our first time. It will take on the sweetest meaning.”
I gulp, my mind awash with so many questions. My father’s last will and testament hanging between us.
He whispers against my lips, “If it’s a girl, she will be beautiful, sweet and charitable, just like her mother.”
“And if it’s a boy, he will be strong, handsome and chivalrous, just like his father.” I add, a soft smile passing between us.
“He will want for nothing.”
His husky tone drives desire deep inside me, and I gasp, “She will be loved by two people who will never let her down.”
“They will be loved, cared for and wanted.” He says seriously, and I nod, desperate for the Utopia his words create.
“I’m ready.” I whisper, never more certain of anything in my life, and his soft kiss on my lips melts me far more than any words.
His cock is hard against my thigh, and I pant inside, wondering what it will be like.
“Will it be painful?”
“Only if we don’t succeed.”
“What does that even mean?” I chuckle against his lips and he groans, “I mean, if we don’t create something beautiful out of the most special moment of our life, I will consider it a missed opportunity.”
“Is that all you want from this?”
A moment’s doubt raises its hand, and he shakes his head.
“It will be a pleasure to keep on trying. I have no plans to stop even if we are successful, but it would be kind of cool if we did create a mini version of ourselves the moment we come together as one. Part of me and part of you to cherish every day for the rest of our lives. That this is the moment we became a family and our child would be the trophy.”
“A trophy.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure I agree with that, but I like the idea of a family. I would do it better than my father, and that’s a promise.”
“Then we have an agreement.”
I wonder if this is normal, to agree to create a child like signing a business contract. I suppose it must be, so I nod, excitement making my decisions for me now.
“I agree.”
His eyes gleam, and as his cock presses hard against me, my legs part as if they are in charge now, and I smile, “Go on.”
Amusement flickers in his eyes, and he shakes his head. “That’s not how this works.”
Before I can ask what the procedure is, his lips claim mine, and he holds me close against him. It’s as if this kiss is deeper, and I drown in delirium as I kiss him back, my body sparking into life as it bends to his will.
It’s as if he is controlling every part of me as he hovers against my pussy, pressing in hard but not quite through the door yet.
I’m impatient; it’s as if my body is aching for him, and yet my mind is wondering what the hell is going on.
He bites my neck—hard and I yelp as the pain runs through me like a wrecking ball, and before I can recover, he pushes in deep, and I scream as my body is ripped apart from the inside.
It hurts so much, and tears run down my face in rivers, and then he whispers, “Nothing worth having is easy to obtain, Rose. Relax, give in to the pain.”
Images of a small version of me and one of him dance through my mind as if it’s a wild meadow, and I relax, loving the image as he moves more gently inside me.
He nibbles my ear, and his thumb caresses my clit, and as I relax, the master strokes of his cock paint me in ecstasy.
My mind is blown as he fills me completely, his body, his words and the images of what could be happening right now.
Another life could be starting its journey this moment in time, and then there is him.
The strong body of a man who wants me is inside me right now.
The painfully shy virgin who is frightened of life.
I am married now. I am pleasing my husband, and I am possibly creating the next generation with a man I want more than anything.
Is this love? It could be, and so I relax and give in to the inevitable, and through pain, fear and hesitancy, a new version of me walks free. I am a woman now, his woman, and I have never felt more powerful in my life.
Julius explodes inside me with a loud roar, his body slick with sweat, mine alight with the most delicious sensation. He doesn’t pull out like I expected and instead his thumb rubs circles on my clit as he whispers, “Come for me, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”
His words cause my body to jump off a virtual cliff, and as I fly through the clouds, I realize this is freedom at its finest. I made this happen. I determined my own future, and I don’t regret a single thing.
I am Rose Clementine Ravera, and what an amazing life she will have. What convent, what vow, because the only vows that matter now are the ones we exchanged in this hotel on what is turning out to be the best day of my life.