Chapter 3
Bianca
The cabin is bathed in soft, ambient light, creating an intimate cocoon around us as I watch Constantine. My heart races at the prospect of what’s to come. My pulse quickens with each slow, deliberate movement he makes, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
Constantine isn’t a bad man. I wouldn’t have married him if I believed he was. I know his heart.
He begins to undress, peeling away his clothing with an effortless grace that takes my breath away. The crisp white of his shirt falls away first, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest. My gaze travels down, taking in the way his skin glows under the gentle lighting, every dip and valley of his muscles a true testament to his strength. He moves with a confidence that is utterly intoxicating, and I feel a heat rising within me that I can’t contain.
“I always adored you, you know,” he says, his voice low and sultry, breaking the charged silence between us. “Even when I was a world away, you were always in my heart.”
The air thickens with the weight of his words, and I can’t help but feel a rush of emotion. “And I always loved you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “No matter how far apart we were, you were always there, a constant in my life.”
He steps closer, his bare feet silent against the polished wood floor, and the space between us crackles with electricity. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to reach out, to tell you how much you meant to me. It felt impossible at times.”
I can’t help but smile at his admission, feeling cherished and desired all at once. “You don’t need to say it. I can feel it,” I reply, my voice thick with longing. “It’s like you have a roadmap to my heart.”
He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he takes another step closer. “A roadmap, you say? I’d say I’ve mastered the journey by now.”
Our bodies are almost touching, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. “You’ve always known how to work me into a frenzy,” I confess, my heart racing as I lean into him.
“Then let’s put that knowledge to good use,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. The mere sound sends another jolt of desire coursing through me.
With a tenderness that makes my heart flutter, he cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing along my cheeks. I lean into his touch, feeling the world around us fade away. Our lips meet again, this time more fervently, a sweet collision of desire and longing. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle exploration that builds in intensity as we lose ourselves in each other.
I pull him closer, my fingers threading through his hair, feeling the silky strands against my skin. The taste of him fills me with a desperate yearning. I can feel the tension coiling between us, ready to snap. Every kiss, every brush of our bodies, ignites a fire within me that I thought might have dulled over the years. But with him, it’s as if no time has passed at all.
He pulls back slightly, gazing into my eyes, and I can see the desire mirrored there. “You’re incredible, Bianca. I’ve always been captivated by you.”
“Captivated? That sounds awfully poetic for a man who tried to burn pasta,” I tease, biting my lip, the playful banter adding to the tension.
He chuckles, a rich sound that vibrates through me. “Hey, that was a culinary experiment gone wrong. But in my defense, I’ve always known how to keep things exciting.”
“Exciting is one way to put it,” I reply, a teasing lilt to my voice. “But right now, I’m ready for something a little more… passionate.”
“Passionate is my specialty,” he murmurs, his voice dipping into a gravelly tone that sends a rush of heat through me. With that, he leans down, capturing my lips again, and this time, the kiss deepens, filled with urgency and need.
His hands roam my body, exploring every curve with an expert touch that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. It’s as if he knows every sensitive spot, every place that makes me sigh and shudder. His fingertips dance along my sides, and I gasp as I feel a rush of heat pooling low in my stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers between kisses, his breath hot against my lips. “You take my breath away every single time.”
“I can say the same about you,” I reply, my voice a breathless whisper. “You make me feel things I can’t even begin to describe.”
He chuckles softly, a low, throaty sound that resonates deep within me. “Then let’s explore those feelings, shall we?”
With that, he guides me backward toward the plush bedding, the soft fabric inviting and warm beneath my body. I sink into the sheets, my heart pounding in my chest as he hovers above me, a fierce look of desire in his eyes. I can feel the weight of his body, the heat radiating from him, and it sends shivers of anticipation coursing through me.
“Let me show you just how much I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, his voice deep and seductive. As he begins to kiss a path down my neck, I feel my body arching instinctively toward him, every nerve ending alive and tingling.
He still knows how to work my body into complete madness. And I don’t ever want this feeling to end.