“What do you want, baby?” I whispered. My voice came out like I’d just eaten a bunch of rocks, and they were grating against my throat.
It took her a second, like she had to remember who she was, and she shook her head. “My way,” she breathed out. She reached between us and undid the button on my pants.
Once we were both naked, she took my cock in her hand and tightened her grip. I pulsed into it. She moaned at the stroke of my hot cock against her cool hand.
“Do you understand, Matteo Fausti, what I’m saying without me saying it? What I want?”
I flipped her over, making her gasp, and then silenced her with a kiss that was too hot for even the stars to survive.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
I couldn’t control myself with her. She couldn’t control herself with me.
We were like two wild animals, brought back to primal need, as we rolled around on the blanket all night. When I wasn’t buried inside of her, we were constantly touching, kissing, licking. She was stealing my fucking breath. But I needed more of the theft. She needed more of me.
The blood of her vow to me stained her thighs, my chest, over my heart, after I smeared it there and vowed to her in Italian to always want her only. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, but she told me it wasn’t because she was hurting. She couldn’t contain all the feelings inside.
Beneath the stars that led me to her, our bodies seemed to remember each other from centuries before, but we were new and making more vows for centuries to come.
I’d never felt like this before.
Yeah, the women I’d had in my life couldn’t seem to get enough of what I could give them. Even things I couldn’t. Such as love, promises. But with Stella, it was different. She was the first woman to ever make me crave the taste of her skin, herkiss, and to know that I’d crave it until my dying breath. And whatever came after, I would always be there with her.
What took you so long?
Maybe a fault in the stars, wrong directions, but whatever the reason, I couldn’t imagine being late finding this woman in whatever lifetime we were sharing again.
Her fingers lightly touched the blood on my chest. “Giving myself to you in that way…that’s a vow?”
I pulled her fingers to my mouth and kissed them. “Sì. It means you can’t leave me, and I can’t leave you.”
She lifted her upper body and leaned on her palm. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes still lowered in a bedroom stare. She traced my lips, and I bit her finger. She breathed out before she smiled. “I don’t plan on it.”
I looked at her seriously. “We talked about this before—once we made love and the blood vow was final, so was the rest of our lives.”
“I know. I agreed. Eleven times, maybe more.”
“Thirteen,” I said. “A lucky number in Italy.”
“Call me the winner then.” She leaned down and rested her palm over my heart, her chin over her hand. She yawned. “Is this normal? How many times we’ve done it?”
“Doneit?”
“You know what I mean.” She shoved against my chest and we both laughed, but it was quiet, only for us and the ancient trees to hear. “How many times you’ve been inside of me…” Her voice trailed, and I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she came in for a kiss.
Our tongues tangled and our hands entwined. My body was a magnet to hers, and we couldn’t seem to separate. As the kiss grew deeper, more intense, she started to moan into my mouth. I flipped her over, cleaning her with my shirt between her legs, before I moved my lips from hers to her neck, even lower, to herchest, the spot over her heart, and then to each hardened nipple, sucking until she started to squirm.
She made the sweetest fucking noise, pulling me closer.
“Shh,” I whispered against her skin, kissing her all the way down to her thighs. I spread them open and started to lick her clean. She fisted the blanket and started pushing herself against my mouth, and when she came apart, it was in a soft rush that sent me upwards, burying myself in her warm wetness. I couldn’t go any deeper, but I kept moving, my hips pulsating, my rhythm slow but filling her up to the brim.
She made the sweetness noises while her eyes were closed, lost to the space only she and I had created.
“I love you,” I whispered. “Ti amo.”
“Ahhh,” she sighed out long and soft. Her nails barely scraped my sides as she encouraged me to keep going. “This feels so good. So good. I never want to stop. Never stop. Never.”
I kissed her lips, claiming her mouth, as my body became the husband of hers, and hers the wife of mine. Just those two words,husbandandwife,sent me into another sphere. I had to control the impulse to marry her in a few hours.
