“Mmm, they want me to breed you.” I agree with her assessment.
“It’s not what I want.” I tilt my head and lift my hand to hover over her shoulder close enough so she can feel my warmth, but still not touching her skin.
I run my hand all the way down her arm and then back up so it’s posed at the nape of her neck.
“What do you want?” My voice hasn’t improved; if anything, it’s gotten deeper, huskier.
“To live my life the way I want to. To be free to love whom I choose. To start a family when I’m ready, without having a gullotine over my head. I want to be normal, but I’m not. So I need you to promise me one thing and keep it, no matter what happens. I can’t do this if you don’t,” I grab her neck and pull her forward into my chest.
“Just say it,” I growl as I drag my nose up her neck to her ear before biting the lobe and sighing at the way she shivers for me.
“Don’t let them take the baby. You protect our child at all costs. They will not know of this life. Promise.” She grabs my shirt and shakes it as she begs me.
“I promise.” I nod as she sighs in relief.
It’s the reason I’ve been living in exile. The hold point is why I faked my death, so that I wouldn’t reproduce and give them the one thing they always needed from me.
“Show me what to do.”
Chapter Nine
Rosario
“We will go slow,” Bruno says softly, and for some crazy reason, it makes me so mad that I clench my fist, pressing my nails into my palms.
“I don’t want slow, gosh darn it.” He recoils as if I slapped him.
“Woo, what’s wrong?” He grabs my shoulders and leans into my face to check my eyes like I’m sick.
Maybe I am. Of waiting.
“I’m standing here naked, and you’re acting like it’s any other Saturday. Am I not attractive? Do you not want to?” I hesitate again, trying to say the word and failing yet again.
“Rosario, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am most definitely going to fuck my wife. It is, after all, our wedding night, but I don’t want to hurt you. Physically or mentally, sweetheart. Do you understand that?” I lift my chin and stare into his eyes.
“I’m not scared. I’m angry. I have these wants and desires that I was not prepared to deal with. I feel helpless and weak.Make me feel strong, please.” His eyes search mine for a moment longer, and then he moves.
His hands pull me close as his lips attack mine.
I rip at the shirt he was starting to take off and push it off his shoulders. I run my hands down his sculpted chest and gasp when his lips drag down my neck as suck my nipple into his mouth.
I grab the back of his head so he can’t pull away as my body draws tight at my core. Heat surges through my body as his hands roam further down to the apex of my thighs.
“Open, sweetheart.” He drops to his knees in front of me and holds my hips.
“I,” I stutter, forgetting how to speak or even breathe as he lifts my left leg onto his shoulder, opening me up to his view.
“My my, I didn’t expect this to be so smooth. Did you shave for me?” He leans in and draws in a large, loud breath, followed by a groan.
“Fuck you smell delicious. Can I taste you?” I frown and shake my head, sure that I heard him wrong.
“Like this,” his tongue flicks out, then licks straight up, parting my labia, and ending with a strong suck of my clitoris.
I may be a virgin, but I know my body and all the pleasure zones. My studies of anatomy were leading towards an advanced medical degree that I planned to use to travel abroad to help the disadvantaged.
A finger circles my entrance, breaking me out of my previous thoughts and back into the moment. By the look in his eyes when I focus on his face, he could tell I needed the reminder of the present.
His eyebrow arches as his teeth scrape over my bundle of nevers, and I splay a hand out on the wall to keep my balance. His finger presses slightly, and I nod at his question.
