He falls on top of me without crushing me, but his weight still presses me deeper into the mattress. The longer parts of his hair blanket my chest and his uneven breaths sweep over my breast. I’d give anything to touch him right now, but I don’t want to disturb the intimacy, the beauty of this moment.
“Carina?” His voice is hoarse and full of exhaustion. But also concern.
“Hmm?”
Rafael lifts his head to look me in the face, his being not more than two inches from mine. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” When he lifts a brow in challenge, I nod to emphasize my answer. “I am, really.”
His features relax and a lazy grin appears. “Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m okay?”
“Now why would I do that?” I say. He cradles my cheek and I lean into his hold, briefly closing my eyes. “I’m the one who’s tied up and —”
“Was thoroughly fucked. I know, I know. Not everything is about you,viziata.” He kisses me softly and then his mischievous grin returns. “I’d like to talk about my cock.”
“When are you not?”
He laughs and my belly flutters. “Touché.” His expression turns serious and it’s so extreme that my pulse thumps wildly and I’m almost scared to breathe. Then he sweeps his thumb over my cheek in a tender caress while roving his gaze over my face. “I can’t wait to marry you, Carina Maritza Nardone.”
I give him a watery smile, overcome with a great deal of emotion that threatens to surface and ruin everything. “I’d love that more than anything,” I whisper.
“Of course,” he says. “I’m quite the catch, you know.” His voice changes from light-hearted to solemn. “And you’ve caught me.”
“Catch and release?”
He shakes his head and brings his lips to my ear. “Catch and remain.”
Rafael
Carina is hiding something from me.
If I had any idea what it is, even a sliver of a guess, I’d confront her about it. As in, all I can do is watch her for any indication of what’s bothering her. Because something definitely is.
I can sense it.
During her cousin’s wedding ceremony earlier she was extremely tight-lipped, only responding with one-word answers, although no one was paying attention to our conversation. Then she became upset with me when I slid my hand under her dress during prayer. Maximus fingered his wife in front of a priest, and I thought that might be something fun to try, but Carina wasn’t interested. I didn’t mind her refusal to participate, seeing as we were in a church with her family several rows in front of us.
Maybe another time…
Due to the great throng of people, we didn’t get a chance to greet her family. However, Violetta’s haunted look still lingers in my mind’s eye. Knowing what I do about her, I can’t bring myself to tell Carina. Besides, it’s not my secret to tell.
Now, hours later, my fiancée is still not acting normal. The reception is being held in a botanical garden with twinkling lights, decorated tables, moonlit paths, and all the other romantic shit, which should lighten her mood but hasn’t.
I wonder if Carina will want this type of thing at our wedding? It doesn’t matter. I’ll give her whatever she wants.
“You look beautiful,viziata.”
I don’t hide my appreciation for her attire. The salmon pink gown hugs her body, showcasing the generous curves I can’t wait to get my hands on. The dress is fashioned with two ruffled straps, a bodice that displays her ample cleavage, and there’s a single slit along her leg which allows her matching sandals to be seen, despite the floor-length material of the dress. All in all, Carina is a vision.
She glances up at me with a lovely blush already creeping along her cheeks. “Thank you.” Her smile is small and it drops as soon as she turns away.
It’s the little things, like her reaction to me just now, that has my senses heightened in warning. I’ll admit that I understand women better sexually than emotionally.
The only time she doesn’t keep a wall between us is when I’m buried in her cunt with my hands tangled in her hair and my mouth on her skin. That’s when Carina is the passionate woman I’m obsessed with. In reality, I’m not only like that when I see her—naked and in my arms with her cries filling my ears—it’s anytime I’m around her.
Liking a woman past fucking her is not normal for me.
But Carina is different. Special.
