Page 105 of Of Vows and Betrayal

“Good morning,” he replies, his voice a low rumble. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

I want to joke about saving water, but my words die when I see the tattoo on his chest. Right over his heart is a delicate bee, its wings outstretched and lifelike with golden stripes. Surrounding the bee are blooming flowers, reminiscent of the ones I arrange in my shop. Each petal is crafted with vibrant colors and expert shading, evoking perpetual springtime.

Above the bee, in elegant script, are the words “Bee Happy,” a playful nod to the apron I wore in the greenhouse. The phrase is encased in a flowing banner with tiny stars and delicate swirls, adding a touch of whimsy and magic.

My hand reaches out to touch his chest, tracing the lines of the tattoo.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him, the warmth and hardness of his body making me feel somany things.

“You did this for me. When?” I am mesmerized by the beauty and message that this tattoo conveys.

“In London. That night when I was sitting at that bar without you. It was a dark day for me, but then I smiled, thinking of you that day in the greenhouse with that apron and…” He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. “The dove is my past. All the pain, revenge, lies, and drama. You are my future, my sunshine, and this tattoo will remind me to always be happy because I have you.”

“I love you,” I finally admit out loud. “I love you so much.”

He details my face for a few seconds as if he can’t believe what I said… as if I was a dream.

“God, you’re my heaven on earth.” He leans down and kisses my face.

His lips trail soft, warm kisses from my forehead to my cheeks, then capture my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I melt into him as the water cascades over us, amplifying the heat between our bodies. His hands roam my back, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough.

I respond in kind, my fingers threading through his wet hair, holding him to me. The kiss deepens, growing more intense, filled with all the emotions we’ve kept bottled up for so long. I can feel the desperation, the longing, and the love in every movement.

Javier’s hands slide down to my waist, lifting me slightly as he presses me against the cool tiles of the shower. The contrast of the hot water and the cold tiles creates goose bumps, heightening my senses. His mouth moves to myneck, planting slow, sensual kisses that leave me breathless.

“Javier,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you.”

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with love and raw intensity. “I need you too, Phee. More than anything.” His hard cock against my stomach makes my insides twist at the memory of the fullness of him being inside me.

With a gentleness that contrasts with the urgency of our desire, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me out of the shower. We barely make it to the bedroom, dripping water along the way, before he lays me down on the bed.

His hands continue their exploration, mapping out every inch of my body as if committing it to memory. Each touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. I arch into him, my body aching for more.

His lips find my core, his tongue exploring my clit. I feel like I’m falling and flying all at once.

“Please,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his hair. As he starts sucking my clit, I come, screaming his name.

He doesn’t make me wait. He comes back up and lowers himself on top of me, his hard cock against my awaiting heat. His lips find mine once more, and I can taste myself on his tongue as we lose ourselves in each other. The world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the two of us tangled together in a dance of love and passion.

Javier’s lips travel down my neck, his kisses turning more intense. His hands, strong and sure, slide over my hips, pulling me closer to him, running himself up and down my slit, coating himself with my wetness. Our bodiespress together, the heat between us intensifying with every passing second. I gasp as he trails his mouth lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

He whispers my name, his voice thick with need, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I respond by pulling him even closer, my nails grazing his back as I surrender to the sensation of his touch.

“Javi, I want you, please.”

He looks at me, his face full of awe, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I love you,” he says, his voice husky as he nudges my entrance.

“I love you too,” I reply breathlessly as he pushes into me slowly. The initial discomfort fades quickly, replaced by an incredible fullness. He kisses every part of me he can reach, each touch sending pleasure through my body.

I lift my right leg and rest it on his lower back, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“You’re my heaven, sunshine,” he whispers against my ear before thrusting forward, seating himself fully inside me. He pauses, looking up with concern. “Are you okay?”

I smile, cupping his cheek. “I’m wonderful.”

“Yes, you are,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my brow. He begins to move slowly. In and out. Each movement is deliberate, savoring every sensation. I love his gentleness, but I can feel the tension in his muscles, his restraint, and I crave more. I want all of him.

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