"I'm sleepy too," Leo yawned.
"I'll take you," Olivia said, standing up.
"No need," Juliet said. "I can take Leo. I'm the big sister!"
She took Leo's hand. The two children said goodnight to us and left the playroom.
After the door closed, only Olivia and I remained.
She stood there, hands clasped tight, looking both tense and uneasy.
"About what Leo said just now—" she began.
"Olivia," I stood and walked toward her. "I know it makes you uncomfortable. But I want you to know, I don't mind. After this time together, I really like Leo. He's a good kid."
"Why are you so good to us?" she suddenly asked, tears welling in her eyes. "You could just ignore us."
"Because I love you," I said, taking her hand. "Because the people you care about, I care about too."
She looked at me, tears streaming down. "I love you too," she choked out. "I really love you, Ezio. It scares me, but I love you."
She said she loved me. She told me how she felt! I held her tight, feeling her warmth and trembling.
"So tonight," she looked up at me, tears still in her eyes but also something resolute. "Tonight I don't want to be afraid anymore. Tonight, I just want to be with you."
"Are you sure?" I asked, heart racing.
"No," she said honestly. "I'm not sure. But sometimes, uncertainty is okay."
She stood on her toes and kissed me.
The kiss was full of desire, fear, and something almost desperate. I responded, fingers threading through her hair, pulling her closer.
"Bedroom," she said between gasps. "The kids might come back."
I lifted her up. She gasped, arms wrapping around my neck. I strode quickly out of the playroom, along the corridor toward my room.
I kicked open the bedroom door and laid her on the bed. Moonlight streamed through the window, coating her skin in silver light.
"Ezio," she whispered. "Slowly. I want to remember every moment tonight."
"Me too," I said, leaning down to kiss her.
I kept kissing her deeply, my lips moving from her mouth to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as my hands slid down to the hem of her simple white dress. She arched slightly under me, her breath hitching, and I pulled the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, exposing her smooth thighs. The dress bunched at her waist, then higher, over herhips, revealing the lace of her panties. I broke the kiss just long enough to tug it over her head, tossing it aside. She lay there in her bra and panties, chest rising and falling rapidly, her breathing growing heavier, more ragged with each touch.
Her eyes met mine, wet and hazy with desire, like she was drowning in it. She reached up, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, popping them open one by one, her touch urgent but tender. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, her hands exploring my chest, tracing the lines of old scars from years of fights and close calls. Her fingertips lingered on a jagged one across my ribs, from a knife wound that had nearly ended me.
"This..." she whispered, voice thick with emotion, her eyes filling with that heartbreaking pity, like it hurt her to see the marks of my violent life.
That look—her concern, her care—lit a fire in me. Desire surged, hot and immediate, my cock hardening painfully against my pants. I growled low, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, sliding it off. Then her panties, pulling them down her legs until she was completely naked beneath me.
God, she was stunning. Her body curved in all the right ways, full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples already peaked and begging for attention. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, soft and inviting, her hips flaring out to that perfect ass I'd dreamed about gripping. Between her thighs, her pussy was slick and ready, lips swollen, clit peeking out like an invitation. She was pure temptation, every inch screaming for me to claim her.
I cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, pinching lightly until she moaned, back arching off the bed. "So fucking beautiful," I murmured, watching her writhe.
At the same time, her hands worked my belt, unzipping my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking firmly, her grip just right—slow pumps that had me groaning, pre-cum beading at the tip. She smeared it with her thumb, eyes locked on mine, that wet gaze making me even harder.
Leaning down, I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard,tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while my hand slid between her legs. She was soaked, her folds parting easily as I pushed two fingers inside, stretching her, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp.
