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“The biggest diamond in the world, on her finger?” Rafaele jokes in my ear. “Yeah, right?”
I smile, thinking of the Heart of Italy…
Chapter 52
Romola
I slowly open my eyes, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. This is the best sleep I’ve had in a long, long time, and when I turn my head to the side, I understand why.
Fiero’s face is centimeters away from mine, his chest gently rising and falling with each breath. This morning, I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair. We had no more secrets between us. I’m no longer to betray him, to steal from him. The truth’s been laid bare, and yet we still belong.
"Last night was unbelievable," I whisper to myself, my thoughts immediately turning to the whirlwind of events that took place: Fiero rescuing me from Rafaele’s, the helicopter crash, learning my father’s still alive, Lord Mars's revelation, the cave of life, meeting my father and then the proposal.
I pinch myself and go OW! I’m not dreaming. It’s all real. It all happened.
"Romola," Fiero murmurs, his eyes fluttering open from all my moving around and owing in bed. He smiles sleepily at me, his hazel green eyes holding a depth of affection I still don’t believe I’m worthy of.
"Good morning," I reply, my smile growing wider.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks, reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Better than I have in weeks," I admit, recalling how the darkness always seemed to loom around me when I kept my true intentions hidden. But now, with Fiero's acceptance and love laid bare, that darkness feels like a distant memory.
Fiero pulls me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me. I take in a deep breath, the scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.
As memories of last night continue to flit through my mind, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I close my eyes and send a silent prayer to Lord Mars, acknowledging the divine guidance and protection he has bestowed upon all of us thus far.
Though I understand little about my connection to the supernatural despite knowing its truth, I trust in fate and the path laid out before me.
Thank you, Lord Mars, I think to myself, for leading me to Fiero, for reuniting me with my father, and for granting me the courage to face the unknown."
Turning my gaze towards Fiero, I study his face with newfound appreciation. His hair is tousled, framing his strong jawline and high cheekbones. The soft curve of his scar makes him look ruggedly handsome, hinting at the warrior within. A sense of affection surges through me, and I gently reach out to caress his cheek.
Fiero stirs beneath my touch, and his eyes meet mine. A sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He leans over and takes my lips in a scorching kiss that heats up my entire fatigued, limp body. He brings me back to life, stronger than any cup of coffee in the world.
“Has anyone ever told you?” he murmurs through our kiss, “that you are the most beautiful woman in the world?”
“Has anyone ever told you?” I bite his lower lip. “That you really know how to boost a girl’s ego?”
“Oh? Do I?” Fiero laughs, placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me closer until my breasts squish up against his chest. We’re so close, yet I want more of him. Fiero's hand begins to wander, his fingers tracing hypnotic patterns across my skin. I feel his touch dance along the curve of my hip and slowly glide up the side of my torso, making me shiver with delight.
"Are you cold, cara mia?" Fiero murmurs, his voice husky and low.
"No," I breathe, my heart pounding from the electrifying sensation of his touch. "Keep going."
His fingertips continue their exploration, slipping underneath my shirt and caressing the smooth, sensitive flesh of my stomach. My breath catches in my throat as he ventures higher, and a gasp of surprise and arousal escapes me when he brushes against the underside of my breast. He realizes I’m not wearing a bra.
“Urrrgh,” he grunts with desire and sits right up, attempting to tug off my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing him to strip it off, baring my breasts to his eager, hungry gaze.
"Sei bellissima," – So beautiful – Fiero whispers, his fingertips brushing tenderly against my collarbone before they begin to trace a slow, tantalizing path down my chest. I suck in some air, and he ducks his head to my breasts, gingerly sucking on my sensitive nipple. I skim my fingers through his hair and moan as I push him down further.
"Anch'io ti voglio, Romola," – I want you too– he murmurs as he slips his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, gently pulling them down, revealing more and more of my body to him. I lift my hips to assist him in removing the last barrier between us, my breath hitching with anticipation.
He discards his own boxers with a single, fluid movement, leaving us both completely exposed to one another.
"This time, I’m giving you my all, Fiero," I moan, my voice barely audible yet filled with longing.
Fiero's eyes drink me in, devouring every inch of my naked figure as if trying to commit it to memory. Then, he slowly parts my thighs. A surge of electricity passes through my legs as he holds them wide for his tongue.
