When I went in the direction of the bathroom, he took our things and my hand, leading me out of the room and down the hall. He opened the door to a suite I’d never been in before. It was like our room, but different colors and furniture. Rocco locked it. The bathroom was much bigger, like it was built for a king—a king of the Mediterranean Sea. It had tiles like the ones in theother bathrooms, but it also had elements of rock to it as well. Living plants seemed to grow from the cracks.
I took our things from him, going for the counter, and he went to the shower. He turned on the spray, and what seemed like immediately, the room filled up with the scent of eucalyptus. The lights in the bathrooms were never bright at night. All the Fausti places seemed ready for midnight seduction and all-night pleasure. Though, I was here to make the claim, it honestly didn’t matter what time—day or night, nothing could detract from how sensual the men of this family were.
A breath escaped my lips when my eyes found the most sensual of all to me.
My husband.
He was naked, enveloped by steam, and when a cool breeze pushed the billowing clouds from around him, his muscular body glistened. From his black hair to the sharpness of his face and nose to his firm but soft lips, down his wide shoulders to his broad chest, his perfect arms, swollen veins leading straight to his (my) heart, to his rippling stomach, a sharp V giving his hips definition, and legs that seemed to belong to a rock-hard statue…
He dripped water.
I looked down.
I thought maybe I had turned into desire and clung to his body, dripping onto the floor at his feet, turning into a puddle.
“Oh. My. God.”
I whispered that. Or…not.
I didn’t have a clue.
Sometimes just how gorgeous he was hit me like a wave of fire.
He held his hand out to me, but his rock-hard cock, just another gorgeous piece to the art, seemed to be pointing the way.
Maybe that wasn’t my desire pooling on the floor, but drool. My mouth watered, imagining the taste of him.
He took my hand and brought me to the shower, shutting us inside.
The scent in here was different.
Bergamot with a smoky oak finish.
He led me over to a seat and sat me down.
Where was I again?
Oh, sitting down.
And my daze was the reason I hadn’t noticed right away that there were two seats.
The one I was on was meant for a woman’s body. It spread out behind me almost like a human-sized seashell, and my legs fit perfectly into the stone. Except…the spaces were set further apart, even though the way he positioned me, my legs were together. My arms were inside of two arm-shaped molds, except…at the end, two bars.
I blinked away the steam from my eyes and glanced over at the seat in the opposite corner. It was similar, but the floor in front of the throne had indentions— where knees would go.
Oh.
Man.
“Amora.”
I blinked through the steam and turned my face to my husband.
“It does not matter if the world is ending, we will be together.” His eyes were lowered, his thick black lashes impossibly long and catching droplets of crystal water. But he looked…high. Like the thought of the world ending, the two of us together however we wanted to be, was a powerful aphrodisiac to him.
I could smell something else coming off him through the bergamot—something wild and untamed, a little bitter and salty.
“Your body ismytemple to honor,” he said in Italian. “Your heartmyreligion to find safety and rules in. And I will forever return to you—in good times and in bad. In all times. We will never part.”
