million fucking bucks. Carmine thought that feeling was
once-in-a-lifetime, never expecting it to hit him twice. She colpo di fulmine 'ed his ass.
He'd been terrified to hold Maura for
the first time, afraid he'd drop her or hurt her, but the second she was in his arms he knew he'd never be able to let go.
Carmine walked out, strolling down
the hall, hesitating near the doorway when he stepped inside his bedroom. Haven
was changing out of her clothes, the glow from the moonlight illuminating her
creamy, bare skin. She was beautiful, he hadn't lied about that—the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And he was a lucky motherfucker to have her. He
hadn't lied about that, either.
She'd changed some over time, ageing
and maturing, but she wore it well. Her hips were wider, body softer, stretch
marks joining the scars that still marred her pale skin. Every inch of her told
a story, a story Carmine knew intimately, a story he never wanted to forget. It
was her story—their story—a story of love and loss, regret and
redemption.
Carmine liked to think of it as the
greatest story ever told. Sure, he might be biased, but fuck… he thought it was
perfect. Even when it got ugly, Haven made it beautiful.
Stepping further into the room, he
reached for her before she could put on a shirt, swinging her toward him,
wearing only a pair of simple black cotton underwear. She smiled, blush on her
cheeks, as his hands settled on her hips. She reached behind her, grabbing
something from the bedside stand and plopping it on his head.
The
fucking missing tiara.
Haven laughed, leaning toward him,
pressing a light kiss to his lips. " Principe . Have you come to
rescue your Principessa ?"
He rolled his eyes, reaching up and
grabbing the tiara, instead putting it on top of her head. "I've come to
worship her… and come. I've come to come."
"Is that right?"
"It is."
He kissed her, dragging her toward
the bed, sitting down on it and pulling her on top of him. He lay back, fully
clothed, as she straddled his lap, his hands running up her bare stomach,
fingertips tracing the marks before he palmed her breasts. He massaged them,
thumbs grazing her nipples as they pebbled from his touch.
"So beautiful, tesoro ,"
he whispered, his chest aching at the words.
She leaned down, kissing him, as his
arms encircled her, hands gently running up and down her back, tracing the
curvature of her spine. His left hand settled on her ass as his right gripped
the back of her head. He held her there, deepening the kiss, as he shifted his
hips, pushing against her. Even through his clothes, he could feel her warmth,
his body yearning for more of it. His cock throbbed, desperate to bury itself
deep inside of her.
"We shouldn't," Haven
whispered. "Maura isn't asleep yet. She might hear."
"We can be quiet."
"You, maybe," she said, her
blush deepening. "You make it hard for me."
"Yeah, well, you make it hard for me, literally."
Haven laughed, kissing him again, as
she started fumbling with his clothes. Carmine loosened his hold on her,
letting her slip off of him so he could strip, as she pulled her underwear off.
Carmine grabbed the comforter, pulling it the whole way up on them, covering
their bodies, as he climbed on top of her, settling between her thighs.
"Should we…?" Haven asked,
hesitating as she glanced around the room.
"I already said we should,"
Carmine mumbled, kissing her throat. "I'll take it easy on you so she
doesn't hear us."
"No, I mean… should we use, you
know…?"
Carmine pulled back to look at her
just as she bit down on her bottom lips nervously, cheeks bright pink, the
flush extending down her neck. Countless times together and even a baby later,
this shit still made her blush. "Use what?"
"A condom," she said.
"You know I'm not on anything right now and you've been, well… you've just
been using them so I haven't bothered…"
"Ah, nah," he said.
"What's the worse that can happen?"
"A baby."
Carmine kissed her neck again.