“We fought all our battles and challenges for them,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. “Look how angelic they are.”
Roman reached for me, his fingers threading with my own as if drawing strength from the connection.
“I hope we can reunite the blades, help the people of Solaris, and finally become a peaceful family with all our children,” he said, his gaze lingering on the serene faces of our daughters. “No more fear.”
With one last lingering look that imprinted their innocence into our hearts, we silently agreed it was time to leave. Hand in hand, we retreated from the nursery. The same warrior who had escorted us there kept his watchful eyes on our backs as we navigated the dimly lit corridors toward our room.
Relief washed over me the moment we entered the chamber. Here, amidst plush pillows and silken drapes, Roman and I sought refuge—not just from the weight of the world but the overwhelming enormity of our destinies.
“Olivia,” Roman breathed, his voice low and thick with desire as his hands cupped my face. His intense gaze burned into mine, his eyes darkened with lust and devotion, making my heart flutter wildly in my chest. Slowly, he leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that spoke of battles endured and victories claimed. The passion between us was unrestrained, raw, and electrifying.
Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance that was both primal and exquisite, ancient yet fresh with discovery. The way his tongue thrust into my mouth and retreated mimicked a rhythm so intimate it sent a wave of molten heat straight to my core. A long, breathless moan escaped me, vibrating against his lips as I melted into him.
Roman’s touch was intoxicating, his hand sliding around my neck in a gentle yet commanding grip that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. His other hand found my hip, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The hardness of his cock pressed against my stomach its heat and insistence fanning the flames of my desire.
As his lips moved with mine in perfect harmony, his hand slid lower, cupping my ass, squeezing and kneading with a precision that left me trembling. Every touch sent electric shocks racing through me, my body instinctively pressing against him, seeking more, needing more.
Roman broke the kiss, his lips lingering close enough that our breaths mingled, the air between us heavy with unspoken need. Our eyes locked, his smoldering gaze holding me captive as our chests rose and fell in unison, the anticipation building like a storm about to break.
“There are too many layers keeping us apart,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
A devilish grin curved his lips, his eyes gleaming with wicked mischief. “Allow me to fix that, my love.”
He turned me toward the full-length mirror, positioning me so I could see every movement, every lingering touch. His strong hands gripped my hips as he pressed his body flush against mine, his heat searing through the thin fabric separating us. His breath was warm against my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver rippling down my spine. Roman’s hands moved with reverence, untangling the sash of my long silk kaftan. The fabric slid from my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in the sheer entaribeneath. His hands followed, sweeping across my curves with a touch so gentle it was maddening. His fingers worked the fabric away with deliberate care, baring the body I had tried to hide, the curves that still carried traces of Luna’s birth within me.
He paused, his lips pressing a hot kiss to the nape of my neck, and I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his voice a husky rasp as his eyes roamed over me in the mirror.
I lifted my head, catching sight of the damp stains spreading over the fabric of my gömlek, the evidence of my body’s nourishment for our child. My breasts were full and heavy with milk, and Roman’s gaze darkened further as it lingered on the wet patches that clung to my nipples.
“I see you have milk for me, my love,” he murmured, his voice a sinful growl that sent a thrill racing through me.
His hands slid up to cup my breasts, the warmth of his palms igniting a fire in me that made me tremble. His thumbs grazed over my hardened nipples, teasing the damp fabric and sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. “These are mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Every part of you, Olivia. Mine to love, to worship, to taste.”
He slipped the gömlek down, baring my engorged breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. Roman’s hands molded to my curves, his thumbs circling my nipples, coaxing a soft, needy moan from my lips. His mouth found my neck, trailing kisses down to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, thick with authority and desire. “See what I see. Look at how stunning you are. See how much I want you, how much Ineedyou.”
I met his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity there stole the breath from my lungs. His darkened eyes held a hunger so deep, so consuming, that it felt like his desire alone could devour every doubt I carried. His hands slid lower, their journey unhurried, savoring every curve. His lips followed, leaving soft, burning kisses along my shoulder and back, igniting a firestorm of need that consumed me entirely.
My fingers trailed over the faint stretch marks that curved across my belly, their presence like echoes of the life I had carried within me. They felt like rivers etched into my skin—beautiful but stark reminders of how much I had changed. My body prickled under the weight of my insecurities, invisible eyes that seemed to judge me harshly. Shifting uncomfortably, I tried to silence the whispers of imperfection that crept into my thoughts.
Sensing my unease, Roman’s grip on me tightened, grounding me in his touch. His lips pressed softer, more deliberate kisses to my shoulder, his movements unhurried, as though he knew he needed to pull me from my spiral.
“You’ve never been more beautiful,” he rasped, his voice molten and reverent. “Every mark, every curve, every piece of you—it’s ours, Olivia. They tell our story.”
I glanced at the mirror again, catching the raw emotion in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. His hands slid back up to cup my breasts, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. His thumbs grazed my nipples again, this time slower, deliberate, sending sparks racing through my body.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” Roman growled, his breath hot against my ear. “These curves, this body, everything about you—it’s mine. Every part of you is perfect, Olivia. Do you feel that?” His hand moved to cover mine, guiding my fingers to trace the stretch marks on my belly. “These marks? They’re proof of your strength, of the life we created together. And they make you even more irresistible.”
His words seeped into me, melting away the icy grip of self-doubt. Roman’s lips returned to my neck, this time sucking gently, teasing, leaving marks of his own. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent a moan spilling from my lips, louder this time, as my body responded to every stroke of his hands and every burning kiss.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice rough and desperate. “Don’t you dare. Let me see you. Let me worship you.”
In the mirror, I saw myself through his eyes—strong, radiant, utterly desired. His hands slid down my hips, gripping firmly, pulling me back against his hard, unyielding body. The heat of him pressed into me, his arousal impossible to ignore. He rolled his hips slowly, teasing me, making my breath catch and my knees tremble.
“Let go, Olivia,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Let me love you. Let me show you how perfect you are to me.”
Before I could retreat further, his hands were on me, pulling me close, his strong arms locking me against his chest. The solid heat of him, the steady beat of his heart, surrounded me, grounding me. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Every inch. Every scar. Every curve. You’re mine, Olivia. My fire. My everything.”
