I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it. My adorable little angel was so conflicting with how horrified he was about hitting the plate when he came, yet he’d been a little minx in the moment.
“I’m not too worried about a little cum on the food, but there is plenty left under the domes, and my plate was on the other side of the table. I’m sure it escaped your perfect aim.”
Abel cringed. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Of course not,” I said as I cupped his cheeks. “And I’m truly not upset about it either.” I leaned down and kissed him, lingering just long enough to let him know I wanted him. “Do you wish to eat? Or would you like to shower?”
“Shower. Then maybe eat?” Abel yawned. “Or didn’t you mention something about a nap? That could be good.”
I smiled. Yes it could. I led my beloved to the shower, and when he leaned around me to watch how I turned it on, I explained it to him. It wasn’t that difficult, but there were four showerheads, and they each had their own set of knobs. I promised myself that I would behave while in the shower this time, but of course, I failed about halfway through soaping my beloved’s delectable body, and I ended up on my knees and sucking him until he screamed my name as he came in my mouth. I moaned at the taste, and when it hit my tongue, my own cock shot on the tiles between his feet, untouched. After I got Abel cleaned and rinsed, and then quickly showered myself from head to toe, I carefully got my exhausted beloved out of the shower and dried off. He sighed as he crawled into bed, and when I joined him, he was already asleep. I pulled him tightly to my chest, wrapped my arms around him, and fell asleep, finally content with my beloved in my arms.
Chapter 8
Abel
Ifelt gentle kisses on the back of my shoulder and smiled. My face was smashed into the pillow below me, and I realized it felt a bit wet. I moved my head out of the wetness and realized that I was leaving a trail of saliva everywhere and groaned.
“Buongiorno, mio angelo.”
I knew that one and smiled again. “Good morning,” I said, my voice harsh and raspy. My head popped up, and I groaned at the ache that was everywhere in my body.
Marcello started kissing down my spine, and I wiggled because it tickled. I froze when he sent me a memory. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow.
Marcello chuckled, and after giving my lower back one last kiss, he lay down beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist. “How are you feeling?” I moaned into the pillow. “That good? I would have expected you to hurt everywhere.”
I turned my head and narrowed my eyes. “You know I do. I felt you in the bond, checking on me. And although that was sweet, why would you ask when you already knew?”
Marcello leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Because you need to work on being vocal about things,mio angelo. You are such astrong person, and I know you are, but you need to learn to say things so others know what you want or are feeling.”
I sighed. “I’ll try.” I cleared my throat. “What day is it?”
“I believe it is Thursday.”
I pushed up onto my arms, looking over at Marcello. “I was brought here on Friday.”
“Yes. We spent that first night with me being stubborn, the next morning started off rough but soon turned into sexual bliss, and then we took a nap. Sometime in the middle of our nap, you went into heat.”
My eyes widened. “That was Saturday.” Marcello nodded. “It’s Thursday, you said.”
“It should be. Let me check my phone.” Marcello kissed my shoulder once more before he rolled away and out of bed. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He was gloriously naked and didn’t seem to care one bit that he was. He crossed the room and picked up his phone, which was on his dresser. After waking it, he nodded. “Yes, it’s Thursday. It’s also almost ten. Would you like me to draw you a bath? Maybe a soak in the tub would be good for your aches?”
I took a deep breath. “I can do it. I’m sure you have things to do. I never meant for you to be away for so long from your responsibilities.”
Marcello scowled. “What are you talking about? Of course I will be away from business. Even Vincent, who is the coven master, said he would see me in a week. A week is not until tomorrow.”
Marcello walked back to the bed with purpose and didn’t even hesitate when he leaned down, tossed the covers off me, and swept me up into his arms. I gasped and reached for his neck to hold on. “Do you really think I would drop you?”
I looked up at my mate. He was irritated. “I’ve upset you.”
We were in the bathroom, and Marcello set me on my feet right outside the room with the toilet. It took me a bit to figure out that the second toilet was a bidet, but I was so thankful that Marcello had a roll of toilet paper in there with everything that first day. How was that less than a week ago?
“We will talk after you go to the bathroom. Come out and join me in the tub. The hot water will soothe your aches.”
I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. I nodded, and after I stepped into the room and relieved my bladder, I stood there for a moment, searching my memories. I’d gone into heat. I knew it would happen, but I had thought I might have at least a few more hours. Another day would have been really great, but obviously, that wasn’t going to be my luck.
I opened the door and found Marcello bent over the tub. He was pouring something into it that smelled nice. “What’s that?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” Marcello said. “It was here on the edge of the tub with a note. It’s from Mazzi and says it will help with the aches.”
