I didn’t care.
I couldn’t remember what it felt like to walk alone to the bathroom. He carried me wherever I wanted to go.
I didn’t care.
I couldn’t remember how a bath felt.
I didn’t care.
But on the…whatever day, I sat up from the bed, my hair a snarled mess, and leaned over my knee, resting my forehead on my palm. I took a minute to catch my breath and look around for my husband.
He was standing at the foot of the bed, but how he got there was a mystery to me. Last I remembered, I’d been on top of him.
Mmm.
The pulse between my legs started to thrum at the thought of the feel of him beneath me. Crazed for the connection. Starved for his touch like it was food or water.
His hot hands on my hips, branding me.
My hips swirling around his cock, takinghimhigher and higher.
My palms pressed against his chest, feeling the insane beat of his heart.
His hips pulsing up, ramming me, and I’d lose my breath.
My breasts jiggling with the momentum.
My nipples aching.
My entire body yearning for release.
“Mmm,” I moaned, my head lolling like when we were in the throes of passion and I couldn’t see straight—couldn’t see anything but him. Feel anything but him. I never wanted to leave this room. A place where time stood still and couldn’t move forward.
“Amora.” His voice was as soothing as the sea.
My eyes went to his to find the source of the water—his eyes. They glistened sea green in the dimness of the room.
“We are out of food and water.” He stood naked before me, tall and proud, the swaying light of the fireplace highlighting all his hard lines, except for those lips and hair. The black strands were unruly, standing on end, the silver sparking against the light. His fists were balled at his sides when he’d said those words.
We are out of food and water.
I knew what those words meant. Our wedding night was over. I had a feeling he knew we would be this way, starved for only each other, and planned for only so many rations so we would be forced to leave, breaking the spell.
“Does that mean the honeymoon starts?” I whispered, my voice like sandpaper.
“Sì.” His one-word answer was almost strangled.
Nodding, trying to process, I went to get out of the bed, going for clothes, forgetting the massive drop. He was there to catch me, my body pressed against his.
Our eyes met.
He made another strangled noise. I made a surrendering one when his mouth claimed mine.
Who needed food and water, anyway, when all we needed was here, in us and between us?
All we needed was each other.
Chapter 29
