Two words.
To me.
The possessiveness, like he was the only man allowed to say those wordsto me,because his truth made it law…
Set me off.
All the pleasure in my body was concentrated on the frantic pulse between my legs, and it seemed to snap, give in, explode, rushing my system with enough satisfaction, it felt like I orgasmed three times at once.
I was seeing spots like I had just entered a dark room after being out at the bright beach. My heart had relocated to my throat. My skin felt thinned, and even the soft mist of the water felt like hard sprays. I was so sensitive, when Rocco rested his head against my stomach, and kissed me there, I orgasmed again.
This man wasn’t only about the physical.
He went much deeper than that.
My entire being responded to his entire being.
Once I caught my breath, I leaned down, resting my head against his. He looked up at me, and I looked down, and…we started to kiss. Until I couldn’t control it. I brought him up, leading him to his seat, and sat him down. His eyes took in my body, the water flowing over it, with a low growl in his throat. The sound made me ravenous, like I was the one on the hunt. I couldn’t wait to taste him. To have him deep inside of my mouth. And when my hands came to his powerful thighs, and I lowered in front of him, my knees at his feet, my eyes rose to meet his.
“Myhusband,myking,myeverything,” I whispered, before I took his cock in my hand and then into my mouth.
He hissed out a breath and said my name, and then rested his hand on my head. My eyes lifted and found him watching me, as if watching me was making him higher. He was big. And wide. But I was too turned on to care. He tasted of salt and of something that belonged to my husband only.
Maybe it was me.
He hadn’t been inside of me since the thermal springs, but I could taste my hold on him.
A claim that I had on him.
He was mine in this way, and even deeper ways, only.
The thought inspired me to move, swirling my tongue around him, before I started to move faster with the sounds coming from his chest.
Total madness.
His muscles strained against his skin. His face was an expression of pure pleasure. His hips started to pulse up like he was fucking me. And when he exploded, he exploded with a sound that ripped from his chest and echoed inside of the bathroom.
He sat, eyes closed, breathing out smoke, for only a second. Then his eyes opened and he picked me up, bringing me close to his chest. We sat pressed together for a while, in the stillness, the world suddenly so loud—even if it was only the sound of the water running.
He stood, kissing my head, bringing me directly under the spray. He washed my hair, giving me a scalp massage, and I did the same to him. And after we were done, we stepped out together, but he picked me up, bringing me to the counter. He dried me, then dressed me. He refused to let me dry him, and as he dressed, he said, “The pleasure of taking care of my wife is my own. Allow me this for the rest of our lives.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “But I get to comb your hair. That’s myway of taking care of you—allow me to do this for my husband, to take care of him in this way.”
He nodded seriously. Then, after he took a seat, I stepped behind him, watching him through the mirror as the comb slid through his silky hair. His head almost lolled when the comb reached his scalp, and my heart made a whimpering noise for him—he had been starved for much too long for a simple touch, a connection.
My stomach took the noise and turned it into an obnoxious one, and his eyes snapped open.
“You are not eating enough.” He stood, towering over me, taking the comb from my hand and setting it on the counter. “I am not feeding you enough.”
Before I could protest, we were out of bathroom, the bedroom, and into the kitchen. I stared as his face as he stood in the middle of the room.
“You are so beautiful, Rocco,” I whispered, clasping the lion’s heart pendant. “Mine.”
He closed his eyes and kissed me—it was light, so light, but the gratitude in it was a hearty meal sticking to my soul.
After the tingling melted and the moment had passed, even though it would linger in my heart forever, I breathed out, “Okay, let me get started on dinner.”
“Dinner has already been prepared.”
