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I had nothing to say to that without my emotions betraying me. Nothing I’d done in my life had made me deserving of such sweet love. I locked the door and stripped her naked and helped her into the shower.
She held still while I worked soap over her curves and washed her hair. Her body felt so good under my hands. Even though she’d been gone only a few days, I’d missed her so much it felt like having my insides ripped out.
“Let me taste you,” I said.
She shook her head. “Now isn’t the time for sex, Lucien.”
I knelt before her, looking up at her lovely face. “I’m not asking for sex, baby, I’m just asking to touch you, to taste my wife.”
Her lip trembled and she nodded, lifting her leg and bracing it on my shoulder. With water streaming down our bodies, I moved close and slid my tongue between her soft folds and found the entrance of her pussy.
The taste made me go still.
If there was one constant, through my highs and lows, it was this woman. Her taste, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hands in my hair. She’d given me her body and through that she had given me a family. I owed everything I had and everything I was to my wife.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
OLIVIA
In our most painful moments, we always found ourselves fucking. It was the nature of our love language. First had come lust and then love followed afterwards. I leaned back against the shower wall, knowing he wouldn’t stop at licking me, knowing he would have his cock inside me in minutes.
I surrendered to it.
This was the last time I would fuck him in this city. I leaned my head back and let go, soaking in the sensation of his tongue lapping between my legs. He always ate me so well, but something about having him on his knees while I stood over him made it so much better.
Recklessly, I slid my hand to the back of his neck. His short hairs prickled my palm. I pushed his face into my pussy and he groaned. His fingers tightened and his knuckles went white.
“Eat it,” I whispered.
He drew back and I saw a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked up. “Push, but not too far, Olivia.”
I skimmed my fingertips over his naked, muscled shoulders. “Someday you’ll be remembered in history books, Lucien. The world talks about you even now and they’ll talk about your return. I like the thought of…being the woman who makes you go down on your knees and beg.”
He cocked his head. “I don’t beg for you.”
“Not with your words,” I said.
“You're right.” He ran his nose over the mound above my pussy. “I beg with my tongue in your cunt.”
I gripped his hair and guided him back between my thighs. “Beg for me now, Lucien,” I whispered.
He ate me until I was biting my lip and shaking with orgasm. Then he lifted me in his arms and pinned me to the wall and fucked me hard. One hand beneath me to hold me up and one wrapped around my throat.
Just to remind me who the fuck I belonged to.
It felt like our shower took ages, but when I got out only fifteen minutes had passed. I dried off and Lucien pulled on a pair of sweatpants and left to go retrieve some clothes for me. When he returned with a sweatsuit and cotton undergarments, I was pacing back and forth and twisting my wedding bands.
“I want to see my children,” I said, pulling on the clothes.
“You can,” Lucien assured me. “They’re having lunch. I want you, Iris, and Enza to stay here with all the children while I arrange our next move with Cosimo and Duran.”
“When will you return?”
“Tonight,” he said. “What do you need from the house?”
I tried to pull my thoughts together, my stomach churning. “I want the baby pictures, the ultrasounds taped to the fridge. We need our documents…our birth certificates.”
“Already done,” he said.
