I climb into bed and crawl on top of her luscious body, like a feral animal during mating season. She cries out, startled as I pin her under me. Her cry sends a bolt of lightning straight to my cock.
“Antonio. You’re here. Are you okay?”
She examines me through a knitted brow, gliding her soft hands over my shoulders and down my back. I ache for her touch—for her sweetness. And it’s heaven.
While her warm hands run freely over my skin, I close my eyes and breathe her in, until the putrid coppery stench of fresh blood is replaced by orange blossom and goodness.
“Where have you been?”
“Keeping you safe,meu amor.You’ll always be tempting to my enemies, but no one will ever hurt you to get to Valentina.”
“He’s dead,” she whispers into the dark. “Tomas is dead.” There’s no elation, but there’s no regret from her either.
Nor should there be.
“Tomas got the end he deserved.”
“I suppose it makes me a horrible human being, but I’m not sad about it. I’m relieved,” she says so quietly I barely hear it. “But I wish you hadn’t dirtied your soul for me.”
Oh, Princesa, it’s too late to worry about my soul. It’s not salvageable.
“My soul is already filthy,” I reply, sucking a dusky nipple into my mouth.
“What about the valley? What happens now?”
I lift my head and meet her eyes. Her selflessness incites the beast in me. “I’m not your father. No man or woman who even thinks about hurting you will go unpunished. Not as long as I have a single breath left in me.”
I slide off the bed and drag her body to the edge of the mattress. With my feet on the floor and the demons dancing inside, I tear the nightgown from her body.
Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t protest.She’s going to let me have this.
I take my rock-hard cock in hand and pump savagely while she watches from her back. Eyes burning with passion. Long legs spread, arms at her side, submitting fully to my whims. “You. Are. Mine.” While I’ll never deserve her, I deserve her more now that I’ve punished two of the three bastards. The other is in his own special hell.
“I. Am. Yours,” she says, her breath shallow and rough. “And you. Are. Mine.”
A tormented growl escapes from my chest, as I spray myPrincesawith thick ropes of cum, letting my seed fall on her belly, her cunt, and tits. Marking her. Owning every inch of her mind, body, and soul.
She slides her fingers through the milky ribbons and brings them to her mouth, sucking like they’re coated in nectar. Her sultry gaze never wavers from mine.
I can barely breathe as I drink her in.
“Te amo.”The world stops for a blistering moment while I whisper the unfamiliar words.“Te amo.”
Her eyes sparkle, and my chest explodes. But it’s not enough. My demons are still awake and dancing.
I tremble as I flip her over and sink my teeth into her flesh. Leaving mark after mark on her skin, until my dick is aching again.
Without a single qualm, I bury myself in her drenched pussy, along with every remnant of the past, like relics in a time capsule left for historians to decipher.
We only move forward now.
67
ANTONIO
By the time I get to downstairs, it’s noon. Not because I slept late, but because I feasted on my wife until she was a blubbering mess, and then dirtied her again in the shower.
For hours and hours, while she laid in my arms, all was right in the world. It killed me to leave our cocoon.