Page 107 of Till Death Do Us Part

He leaned over me, kissing me again, until we were both in the center of the bed. He directed my leg up some, and positioning himself, entered me. My head tilted back, my eyes closed, and a deep moan vibrated in the center of my chest. He spoke to me in Italian, telling me how beautiful I was, how he would kill anyone who tried to take me from him, how he would die to keep me.

A sharp ruthlessness existed underneath his words that gave me no reason to doubt him.

It was like uncovering a great monster from thousands of years ago. Layer by layer, not to disturb the bones of the thing. It was to be respected, to be pulled out piece by piece, but put together to create a picture of what existed beyond the surface.

The night I’d told Lo the man I’d built in my head wouldn’t care about the world, only me, came back to me through his words:

“You before the world. Doesn’t matter who, when, or where.”

It seemed like he’d tattooed those words on my heart before he’d ever said them to me. His soul was half of mine. And I wanted them on my headstone someday.

His pace and tempo were causing a flood inside of me. The pressure was immense, and it was pressing in on the ache between my legs.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he said, tracing the shape of my lips with his tongue.

It was one of the most intense moments I’d ever spent with my husband. I let the moment carry me away, and I let go. The orgasm that tore through me was violent. The exact opposite of how he’d been touching me.

The contrast was so fucking delicious. It made me delirious.

He started to move faster, animalistic noises coming from deep inside his chest. “Fuck. Roma.” He gripped my leg, pushing into me even harder, until he came inside of me. Even after he was finished, he kept us together.

I was still lost to whatever existed between us, and my nails grazed up and down his back. It felt like madness on the outside, but peace at the center of it.

My stomach made an obnoxious noise. His brow was furrowed when he pulled back and looked me in the eye. Kissing me on the nose, he pulled out of me and went to the closet. When he came out, he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else.

He left me in the room by myself, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t been rough, but emotionally, it felt like a roller coaster.

It was overwhelming to feel such depths existed, but it was overpowering touching them.

A few minutes later, the smell of warm food wafted in the air, and the bed dipped.

“Sit up, my little herbivore.”

“Do I have to?”

He pulled me up by my arm, and I kept my eyes closed. I opened my mouth when something touched my lips. I’d gotten eggplant and zucchini pasta with feta and dill at the deli. I made a satisfied noise in my throat, and he fed me another bite.

I opened my eyes as he was looking down to stab something with the fork. I guided his hand toward his mouth when he held it out for me.

“You try it.”

He opened and let me feed him. His face totally shut down before he started to chew.

“No good,” he said, forcing the food down.

I exploded with laughter. His face softened at the sound.

“It is good!” I smiled, then shrugged. “More for me.” I opened my mouth.

He fed me every bite, even scraped the plate, before we took a long shower. I enjoyed sharing showers with him. He washed me, and I washed him. I moaned when he started to massage my scalp. That led to one thing…and then, the water turned cold. I was too tired to even walk to the bed.He carried me, and I got comfortable under the airy bedspread. It was like sleeping on a cloud.

My eyes must have closed for a few, because when I opened them, he was dressed in a suit.

“Business?” I yawned.

He nodded, fixing his tie.

“I don’t want you to leave. We’ve spent so much time together lately…” Even the thought of him leaving made me feel lonely.

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