Page 87 of Capuleto

I remained speechless until Romeo finished his previous sentence.

"And wish to be my wife."

"I... I don’t know what to say," I responded, agitated.

What R was offering me was freedom, a life without him, or the option to choose him above everything and everyone.

"Then say yes, or at least that you’ll think about it."

"What does your father think of this?" I doubted Massimo Capulet would accept something like what his son had just proposed to me.

"He knows nothing, it’s my own doing, in fact, if he knew, I think he would never forgive me." I thought the same. "It’s a leap of faith, I believe in us, and I couldn’t think of a better way to show it."

My pulse raced. R closed the box, took the folder from my hands, and placed it on the counter. His fingers sought my chin to explore my lips with his.

Our tongues intertwined to the rhythm of our hearts.

I couldn't even describe what was going on inside me. I parked my thoughts because all I wanted was to rip my husband's clothes off and show him how happy his act had made me. I paused, panting, almost overlooking his injuries.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes clouded with desire.

"You're still recovering..." His wicked smile electrified me.

"Not from the waist down. Besides, when you kiss me like that, the pain stops."

I licked my lips in anticipation. Even injured, he seemed like the sexiest man on the planet. I had him lean on the bar, and he looked at me with bravado.

"What do you want?"

"Your turn," I murmured, planting small kisses on the areas not covered by bandages.

My lust-filled eyes gave him a clue about where my lips aimed to go next. I asked him to rest his elbows on the stone and relax. The moisture of my tongue traced a path, matched only by the dampness between my thighs.

I caressed his masculine hips to unbutton his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. Fortunately, as he had pointed out, the central area of his body was unharmed.

I licked the firm flesh just above the elastic of his underwear. R grunted and arched his head back. I loved exciting him and having him surrender in my arms.

I moistened the fabric, saturating it with saliva and lips; offering small bites on the rigid flesh. R roared, mimicking his hungry erection.

"You're killing me," he gasped, soaked in saliva.

I traversed his powerful thighs, torturing the skin and its covering. I wanted to drive him mad.

"Damn, Nikita, end this torture."

"Be thankful you're not driving," I mumbled as I pulled down his underwear. His cock nearly hit me in the eye. "Careful, amore, I want to see you well when I swallow it."

"You're wicked."

"And you're too damn hot."

I grabbed the shaft and traced the tearful slit of the glans. I enjoyed tasting him, seeing the desire flow through that small gap. I wasn't in a hurry; I wanted to pay him back with the same coin he used on me on the road and then in the forest.

"Nikita," he warned after I had worshipped every vein, when I had him full of attention and begging for release.

"What? Don't you like it?" I teased, running my nails over his balls.

"Are you fucking kidding me? My balls are trembling. Either finish this now or the safety switch is going to flip, and it's going to be faucet mode."

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