Chapter 26 #2
On our drive back to the Bellanti estate, I keep catching myself staring at my new ring and testing its weight on my finger.
This all feels like a dream. A wonderful fairy tale of a dream.
And the second we step through the front door, Marco wastes no time taking me to our room.
Luckily the house is quiet, and we’re not waylaid en route.
I’m about to open the door, but he stops me with a hand over my eyes.
“Allow me.”
The door opens and I giggle as I nearly trip over his feet while he leads me through the sitting room and to the bed. I catch the scent of something sweet and familiar in the air, and then Marco pulls his hand away.
My jaw falls open as I take it all in.
The bed is covered in white rose petals, and the heady floral scent immediately reminds me of the way he declared his love in the English garden not two hours ago.
Lit candles glow softly around the room, which Marco must have arranged with the house staff, and champagne and fresh berries await us on a cart holding a crystal ice bucket with gold-plated handles.
“Wow. This looks like a honeymoon suite.”
He takes me into his arms. “It’s supposed to. We haven’t had much of a honeymoon.”
Spinning in his arms, I loop my arms around his neck. “I don’t need a honeymoon. I only need you.”
He kisses me softly, slowly, treasuring me with his mouth until I’m drunk on his taste.
I start to work open the buttons on his shirt as his lips trail over my neck, coaxing little moans from me even as I try to focus on undressing him.
Gripping my hair, he gently pulls my head back and kisses my throat.
Every thought I was having flees my mind, and I momentarily give up on trying to undress him just to revel in the experience of it.
Our clothes drop and we roll onto the bed together, tasting each other, getting lost in heavy-lidded gazes, caressing hands, teasing tongues and teeth and nimble fingers.
Marco kisses the soft skin behind my ears, over and over, drawing intense pleasure out of an erogenous zone I never knew I had, until I’m gasping and writhing beneath him.
When I take my turn and do the same to him, I can feel his cock straining even harder in my grip.
But when I pull him toward the hot, pulsing ache between my legs, he pulls away with a devilish grin.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says. It sends a shiver right through me.
Marco spreads my thighs wide and dips his head down, his tongue lapping me in one long, fluid motion. When he reaches my clit, he sucks me into his mouth and I cry out.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I want more.”
He complies, in no hurry whatsoever, easing back every time I start to get too worked up.
I’m almost not sure if I’m still awake or dreaming as his soft ministrations work me into a desperate frenzy I’ve never felt before.
But Marco knows exactly what he’s doing.
He’s torturing me in the most delicious way possible.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I hold him still as I start to grind myself over his tongue.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Yes.”
I get lost in the feel of his mouth on me, giving myself up to the pleasure building at my center. When he moves his hands up to my breasts and starts toying with my nipples, I know I can’t wait any longer.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him up over my body, opening my legs to welcome him in. “I need you.”
With a long sigh, Marco slips into me to the hilt, filling me with his hardness and going still as we lock together.
“I love you,” he says softly, gazing into my eyes.
His words pull me deeper into the haze I’m lost inside, and he becomes my lifeline.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He presses his forehead to mine and starts to thrust, slow and deep.
My arms go around his neck. I hold him as close to me as I can, tilting my hips to give him better access, feeling like I can’t get close enough.
The way he moves inside me is so tender, our connection so complete, and fuck, if this is what making love is, I want it every damn day of my life.
We move together as one, fluidly and unhurried, until my body is strung tight as a bow string and so is his.
“Come for me, Karina,” he whispers. “Come, my love. Come, amore mio.”
My climax hits and I shatter beneath him, my moans a crescendo. He kisses me, consumes me as he follows, gasping out the pleasure of his orgasm in my ear. Shaking, near tears, I ride the sensations even higher, knowing his seed is pumping into me with every shuddering thrust.
“Yes, Marco, yes, my love.”
I crush him against me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me.
Marco rests his cheek on my shoulder and we hold each other tightly, letting the shockwaves roll over us.
When our breathing finally slows and our bodies begin to cool, Marco moves onto his side and pulls me back against him. All I smell is roses.
“I think I like being in love with you,” I say sleepily as I start to drift off.
“Good.” Marco kisses the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Because I don’t ever plan to stop loving you.”
And those might be the best words anyone has ever said to me.