Page 29 of Romeo

Thalia leans back slightly, her green eyes peering up at me as they blink away tears. Before she gets a chance to respond, we pull into the compound. I hop out of the car, then scoop up Thalia, cradling her against my chest as I make my way inside, upstairs, and directly into my en suite bathroom.

Setting her down carefully, I reach over and turn on the water, adjusting the temperature so it’s nice and warm. Then I peel off her dirty clothes, piece by piece until she’s naked.

“Romeo,” she whispers, placing her hand over my heart.

“I’m here, sweet girl,” I tell her, untucking my shirt and undoing the buttons. “Let’s wash the day away. Wash everything away until it’s just us. Just you and me, my precious Thalia.”

Her bottom lip quivers, but she nods, letting me know she needs this closeness, too. “I just wanted t-to help,” she says quietly as she wraps her arms around her torso in a protective hold. I hate that she feels like she needs to shield herself from me. “You’ve been s-so good to me,” she says with a sniffle, “and I couldn’t live with myself if you were hurt or killed because of me.”

Reaching out, I cup the side of her face, tilting her head so we’re eye to eye. Thalia has dirt and grime smudged on her cheeks, along with dried tears and sweat. She’s been through so much, and I can tell she’s at her breaking point.

“It’s my honor to lay down my life for you, my queen,” I vow, sealing my promise with a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t owe me anything, angel. You give me everything just by breathing, by existing, by finding me worthy of your care.”

Tears form and fall from her emerald eyes, and I worry for a moment that I screwed up. But then Thalia gifts me with a small, fragile smile, and I know everything is going to be okay.

I finish stripping down, then join Thalia in the shower, smoothing my hands down her arms as I pull her close. We stand under the hot water, letting it trickle over us and take away every trace of grime from today.

Eventually, I reach behind Thalia and grab the body wash, pouring some into my hands before rubbing it into her soft skin. When I’m done, she does the same to me, her fingertips tracing my tattoos and scars before she combs her fingers through my hair.

“I just have to know why,” I say quietly, catching her gaze. “Why did you risk your life,bella?”

“Because I love you,” she replies easily. “And trading my life for yours was worth it to me.”

“You love me,” I repeat, my brain stuck on those three little words.

“More than you could ever know,” she says, filling my heart with so many overwhelming emotions.

“God, Thalia. I love you with every ounce of my being. You already know I’m obsessed with you, but I don’t think you understand quite how much. The thought of losing you… Jesus, it hurts. Don’t ever leave me again. I mean it, Thalia. I couldn’t survive.”

My precious woman wraps her arms around me, squeezing me with all her might. “If you want to keep me, then I’m yours,” she says, tipping her chin up to look me in the eye.

“If I want to keep you? Thalia, you are it for me. I know you’ve spent your whole life feeling abandoned, forgotten, and overlooked, but that’s over now. You are my heart. My reason for breathing.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, nose, and lips, hoping to convey the truth behind my words. Thalia leans into me, opening up and rubbing her curves against my growing erection.

“Gotta stop,” I grunt, reluctantly pulling away. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not hurt. I don’t remember much, but I was mostly just scared. Nothing terrible happened.”

“Something terribledidhappen, but I’m glad it wasn’t worse,” I say, my voice firm.

“Please?” my girl murmurs, standing on her tiptoes to kiss the side of my neck. Her hand trails down my stomach, making my muscles clench at her soft, sensual touch.

I groan when she wraps her fingers around my cock, and the fucker twitches, growing painfully hard as she rubs up and down my shaft.

“Jesus,” I grit, tipping my head back and tensing every muscle in my body. She feels too damn good, and I need this connection as much as she does.

First, however, I need to give her a few orgasms.

I look down at my precious Thalia, her eyes filled with lust and longing. I take her lips in a searing kiss as I back her into the shower wall. When she breaks our kiss to suck down air, growl and kiss my way down her body, licking her neck, sucking on her collarbone, biting her nipples, and kissing the soft skin underneath her breasts. I continue nibbling my way down her body, kneeling before her, bowing before my queen.

Grabbing her hips, I guide one leg over my shoulder, inhaling deeply and thanking every god I can think of that she’s here with me.

I nip at the inside of one thigh and then the other, loving how her thick curves surround me and tremble each time I find a sensitive spot. Thalia snaps her legs together, but I pry them apart, revealing more of her perfection.

Slowly, so slowly, I drag the tip of my tongue up her slit, barely touching her where she needs it most. Thalia whines, but I continue my excruciatingly slow exploration of her sweetness, pausing briefly to suck on her clit before lapping at the cream dripping from her little hole.

Over and over, I give her just enough to bring her to the edge, then back off and switch, never giving her the relief she needs.

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