Page 40 of Fragile Union

"You're so fucking pure. So fragile. I don't want any of my shit tainting you. It's bad enough that you have to deal with this life, nothing should touch you. When you came toward me and tried to touch me, all I could think about was their blood tainting you."

Oh, God.

"Love you," I whisper thickly, trying to keep the tears at bay. "So much."

His arms tighten around me, I raise my head and stare at him, loving the adoration he has in his eyes for me. The air starts to crackle around us, I need him.

"Doll face..." the worry is clear to hear in his voice.

I shake my head, "I'm fine, I'm alive. I need to feel that, Rome, I need you."

His lips crash down against mine; my pulse quickens as my fingers tangle into his hair. God, I want this man so much, I’ve never felt the need that I have whenever Romero touches me.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth taking my breath away. He pulls me closer, my fingers tightening against his hair. Our bodies flush against each other, my skin feels as though it’s burning, I crave his touch so much.

He rolls me onto my back, quickly removing the tee from my body before sliding between my legs. His cock thick against my stomach, I grind against him, needing to feel the friction. Needing that touch, that only he can give me. Our tongues caressing one another, as the kiss deepens. I moan deep in my throat as his finger skims my thigh, my stomach does a flip while heat pools between my legs.

"Please, hon," I plead with him.

His eyes darkened with lust and I know that he's not going to deny me. He thrusts against my pussy, his mouth once again on mine. The sensory overload is too much, I'm clawing at his back while I grind against him trying to take what I'm so desperately craving but my husband knows my needs better than I do. He's out of his boxers in a blink of an eye, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Doll face, so wet, so fucking good, so mine." He slams into me, he's too big, too thick. God, so good. I'm meeting him thrust for thrust. His calloused hands groping my body, touching every inch of skin, leaving me burning for him.

"Rome," I gasp, when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erected nipple, nipping, sucking, tasting. He's driving me wild, I'm mewling, panting, begging for more as I feel my orgasm start to build. His cock pounding into me relentlessly, as he too tries to find his release.

"Never had anyone love me," he begins, and my heart hurts at hearing those words. He thrusts into me again, harder, more powerful than before, as though he's trying to get as far inside of me as he possibly can. "Never had anyone care for me before," he needs to stop, his words are too much. "Never felt what you've given me. A home. A life. Love."

His hands grip my arse cheeks, and he pounds into me. My orgasm climbing, I'm reaching heights that I've never gone to before. "You've made my world fill with color. Before you, it was death and blood."

I detonate. His name a cry on my lips as I break apart.

He continues to thrust into me, his body tight and his grip punishing, but it’s Rome, it’s his way of showing me his affection, via fucking. I can’t deny that it’s what I want, what I need, what I love.

“Beauty,” he says, his words tight, “that’s what I get now. What I wake up to every fucking morning. Fuck,” he growls as his cock expands inside of me and he releases hot spurts of cum in my pussy.

We collapse into an exhausted heap, both of us panting, unable to release the other. His cock still rooted in me. “Love you, Rome,” I whisper as my eyes flutter close. "I'm so sorry that you weren't appreciated before, but I vow, hon, that every day for the rest of my life, I'll show you just how much you mean to me. How much I love you."

His voice is gruff when he responds, it takes everything I have not to burst into tears at his words. "I hate that I'm hurting you. I have no idea of what love is."

"You're not hurting me," I promise him. "I know that you care about me, and Rome, I love that. You protect me, you make me feel safe, and you'd never hurt me. That's all that I could ever ask of you." Do I want him to love me? Yes, but I'll live with what he can give me.

He kisses my hair, and I sink further into his embrace. "Can I ask you something?" I murmur into his chest.

"As long as it's not about my parents, then yes," his tone isn't angry or unpleasant, it’s normal. It makes me desperate to find out what his parents did to him.

"I won't push you to talk about them and what happened, but I hope you tell me someday."

He squeezes me letting me know that he heard, "You had a question?"

"Do you want kids?"

His body tenses, his arms around me getting heavier. "Are you pregnant?"

I roll my eyes, Jesus, how the hell did he get that from my question? "No, Rome, I'm not. I'm on birth control. I'm not ready for kids, not yet, probably not for a few years."

He releases a breath and I'd laugh if my stomach wasn't so tense. "I don't want them yet. Someday, sure, but not yet."

I kiss his chest, happy that he wants them. I'd have been okay if he hadn't, it would have been a blow, but not something I couldn't deal with.

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