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ROSE
Why am I not mortified right now? I am naked; he is naked, and we are doing things I never imagined in my lifetime. I’m not talking about sex. That is still something to anticipate. The moment he slides into my body and takes up permanent residence.
It’s this. The wicked gleam in his eye and the champagne. I have gone from hating it to loving it in one delirious moment of wickedness. I can’t return to the convent–ever–because my soul has been corrupted and, furthermore, I am enjoying every second of it.
Julius is staring at me like a wolf sizing up his next meal, and I’m ready for that.
He took me to paradise and allowed me to drift home when I was ready, and my heart thumps as I steal a look at him. He grasps my chin between his powerful fingers and whispers huskily, “I have a beautiful wife. I am a lucky man.”
My heart flutters as I think of him differently now.
“Husband.”
I test the word on my lips and smile, running my thumb against the wedding band that sits on my finger.
He leans closer and says in my ear, “If I make another life with you today, Rose, I will consider that the biggest gift you could give me.”
My heart pounds.Another life. I’m not prepared for that, and yet as he says the words, I’m surprised to find that I like it.Another life. A mix between the two of us and my heart clenches.
Another life.
I wrap my mind around the words that don’t scare me half as much as I thought they would.
He strokes my face while gazing into my eyes and whispers, “I want to make another life with you, Rose, on our first time. It will take on the sweetest meaning.”
I gulp, my mind awash with so many questions. My father’s last will and testament hanging between us.
He whispers against my lips, “If it’s a girl, she will be beautiful, sweet and charitable, just like her mother.”
“And if it’s a boy, he will be strong, handsome and chivalrous, just like his father.” I add, a soft smile passing between us.
“He will want for nothing.”
His husky tone drives desire deep inside me, and I gasp, “She will be loved by two people who will never let her down.”
“They will be loved, cared for and wanted.” He says seriously, and I nod, desperate for the Utopia his words create.
“I’m ready.” I whisper, never more certain of anything in my life, and his soft kiss on my lips melts me far more than any words.
His cock is hard against my thigh, and I pant inside, wondering what it will be like.
“Will it be painful?”
“Only if we don’t succeed.”
“What does that even mean?” I chuckle against his lips and he groans, “I mean, if we don’t create something beautiful out of the most special moment of our life, I will consider it a missed opportunity.”
“Is that all you want from this?”
A moment’s doubt raises its hand, and he shakes his head.
“It will be a pleasure to keep on trying. I have no plans to stop even if we are successful, but it would be kind of cool if we did create a mini version of ourselves the moment we come together as one. Part of me and part of you to cherish every day for the rest of our lives. That this is the moment we became a family and our child would be the trophy.”
“A trophy.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure I agree with that, but I like the idea of a family. I would do it better than my father, and that’s a promise.”
“Then we have an agreement.”
