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"Ah, Fiero..." she breathes, her face buried in the crook of my neck as she slowly returns to herself. That was incredible."
Just then, the mild drizzle turns into a rain shower, threatening to drench us within seconds.
“Oouff,” she squeals, getting off me and jumping to her feet. Her hair clings to her flushed cheeks, and without a second thought, I sweep her feet off the grass and into my arms, running further into the garden.
“Where are we going?” she laughs, clinging to my neck.
“To my private cottage. Wouldn’t want to get you wet now, would we?”
“Oh darling,” she whispers, her breath hot in my ear. “I’m already soaked.”
Chapter 27
Romola
Rain pours down from the sky as Fiero holds me in his arms and rushes to a cottage hidden behind the foliage towards the back of the garden. His breath comes in ragged pants. I smell him, the scent of damp earth and blossoming flowers.
It’s a scent that I want to bottle up in a perfume to use when I think of this very moment. It’s magical, with the clouds open above us, him holding me in his arms, running for shelter.
We reach the end of the path. I pull back from nestling against Fiero’s shoulder to see a small, cozy wood-paneled cottage that looks just about perfect for two.
Fiero fumbles with the door, and as soon as we're inside, he kicks it shut behind us, his boot slamming against the wood with a resounding thud.
I giggle.
"Damn this rain," he mutters, putting me down gently. He weaves his hand through his wet, brown hair and gently tries to dry it. I’m drawn to his emerald green eyes, which shine in the dark cottage, and then, outside, thunder rumbles. In the flash, I see a small sliver of a scar running around the curve of his eyebrow.
Instinctively, I stand on my toes to outline it with my finger. “How did you get this?” I ask.
The air inside the cottage is thick and charged from the tempest raging between Fiero and me.
“It’s a long story,” he whispers, looking right at me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. My hand still lingers on the scar. I bring it down and cup his cheek.
He doesn’t pull away.
I take in Fiero's wet shirt, the soaked fabric clinging to the contours of his muscular frame. Even through the cloth, I can see just how chiseled he is. I can imagine us at a beach somewhere, water dripping down his tanned skin, and I lick my lips involuntarily, wanting to taste the dampness of his skin beneath my tongue.
"Romola," he lusts for me the same way I do him. "I can't resist you any longer. Tell me we just got started."
I almost fall to the ground with how weak my knees get. “We just got started,” I repeat.
"Are you sure about this?" Fiero asks, concern flickering in his eyes. But even as he questions our actions, I see the unbridled hunger lurking just beneath the surface. He wants me just as much as I want him.
"More than anything," I reply with complete certainty.
He doesn’t need to ask thrice. With one quick step, he closes the distance between us, our bodies almost touching. I tilt back my neck, my chin quivering, my legs shaking, all because he’s setting me on fire.
"Then let's not waste any more time," he says softly.
Unable to contain the raw desire coursing through my veins, I grab Fiero’s shoulders and push him back against the door. Our bodies collide, leaving no room for restraint in this close proximity. My hands tangle in his wet hair as I pull him down for just a little taste of the night he’s in for – our lips crashing together like the thunder outside.
"Romola," he moans into the kiss, his hands gripping my waist tightly. His voice is masculine, hoarse, and all-encompassing, and it thrills me to know I can make him weak.
"God, I want you so badly," I whisper, my breath hot against his neck as I trail feverish kisses along his jawline.
"Then let me have you," Fiero replies. Without wasting another moment, his deft fingers work to undo the zip of my dress. He slowly pulls the dress down, his fingers grazing the length of my back, the curve of my ass, the fullness of my hips, and I’m already wet.
At last, the fabric pools at my ankles, revealing my almost naked form beneath. A low growl escapes him as he takes in the sight of my body, ravenous. He slides a finger through my panties and releases the elastic to slap against my skin.
