She swipes a finger along the creases in my brow, her warm palm caressing my cheek. “I want to trust you, Dan. I really do.”
“I’ll earn it, Rose. If it’s the last thing I do. I’ll earn your trust.” I gaze into her eyes, trying to convey without words everything I feel. “Are you cold?” I wrap my arms around her, sliding my hands underneath the blanket.
“No.” She lies against my chest. The warmth of her seeps into my skin, and she’s definitely not cold, but she shivers again.
“What is it?” I press a kiss to her lips, needing to hold her, kiss her, show her I am the man she can trust.
“Will you do me a favour?” She gazes into my eyes, hers swollen from tears, sad and whimsical. red bleeding into her blue irises, like blood spilling into her dark pools.
“I’ll do anything for you.” I swipe her fake blonde hair from her face, hungry for the day she can let it grow out to her natural colour. Not because I prefer my brunette, but because it will mean she doesn’t have to hide anymore.
She swallows, her cheeks a deep shade of pink now her makeup’s wearing off. “Will you pretend you love me and make love to me?” She looks away. “I just want to feel like I did that night before everything went to hell.”
I gently graze her cheek with my fingertips, coaxing her face back to mine. A watery film covers her eyes, but the fire’s still there beneath the surface.
“Just for tonight. Just pretend for tonight and make love to me like you did back then. I want to forget everything. Forget all my worries and just be me again.”
I swallow the burning lump rising in the back of my throat. My heart aches as it cracks in two, blood spilling out like molten lava as heat coils around my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.
In one swift motion, I roll her onto her back. I hover above her, drinking in the sight of her. My goddess has never looked so fragile as her eyes plead with me to take her back to that night.
My heavy breaths fall on her lips as our noses kiss. “Fiore mio, I wasn’t pretending back then.” I slip my tongue into her parted mouth, showing her without words how I feel about her.
Her breasts are soft against my calloused palms as I roam a hand all over her skin, silently telling her how much I worship her.
The tip of my cock nudges at her slick entrance. “I wasn’t pretending then, and I’m certainly not pretending now.” I rock my pelvis and push in through her walls with a groan.
She whimpers, the watery glaze in her eyes pooling in the corners and as she blinks, it drips down her temples. “You don't have to lie to me.”
I kiss her tears away. My heart cracks again, spilling out more warmth as it pumps wildly beneath my ribs. “Give me your hand.” I hold her palm against my heart as I pull out of her and push back inside, slow and gentle, but each thrust a promise of my devotion. “You feel that?”
She nods as we both feel the thumps of my heart.
“It beats for you. It’s yours. If I could sever it and give you a piece of me, I would.”
She smiles. Her hand reaches my jaw, her thumb stroking my short beard. “I already have a piece of you.” A small laugh breaks through the sadness like a ray of sunlight breaking through a dark cloud. “He’s just younger, but probably just as cocky.”
I let out a small laugh of my own. “He’s probably cleverer too.”
“Hmm. And maybe a little less annoying.”
“I want to make ten more babies with you.” My cock slides in and out of her with ease, and I don’t want this nightto be over, afraid that come the morning, her defences will be up and this intimacy between us will be just another beautiful memory to add to the vault.
“I don’t know if I could cope with ten more of you.” Her smile reaches her eyes, making them shine like diamonds and sapphires, and I already know my mother’s engagement ring is going to look great on her. “Maybe I can handle one more of you.”
My lips curve into a smile. “I’ll settle for one more.” I kiss her tenderly. Our bodies fused together just like an invisible force has tethered our souls all these years. I break the kiss and look into her eyes, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. “I hope the next one looks like you.” I pepper her face with kisses. “Long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, ruby lips and sass for days.”
Rose smiles. “She’d be a daddy’s girl.”
“She’d be our girl.”
Her fingertip caresses my temple. “It’s a nice dream, D’Angelo.”
I grind into her, apply pressure to her clit, watching her mouth part with a short inhale of breath. “It’s not a dream. I’m gonna make it happen and we’re all gonna live happily ever after.”
“There are no happy ever afters in my world, Dan. Only happy for now. Sooner or later, everything will come crashing down.”
“The world can go to hell. Me, you and Angelos can get on a plane tomorrow and disappear. Our reality is whatever we make it, Rose.” I pick up speed, my stomach tightening as my balls draw up. “Come for me. I won’t be able to last much longer.”
