𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

21

The Bride
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The soft lines of sunrays caress my skin as I open my eyes from sleep.

I try sitting up, but a strong arm pulls me back followed by a deep groan.

My eyes flow open.

Fuck.

Before I fully realize what situation I'm put in, my back gets pulled closer to Rossi's front.

I look over my shoulder to stare at him.

He slept peacefully, with his strong features now softer and with the usual crease between his brows now missing.

Staring at him now, I don't think anyone would guess what a terrible man he actually was.

Suddenly, his arm flexes and he pulls me even closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck and also caressing my cheek with his soft hair.

His front pushes even more into my back and another low groan escapes his lips.

My eyes widen as I withhold a gasp as his erection presses into my ass.

Shitshitshitshit.

I try to wiggle myself out of his hold, but I soon realize that it's doing me no good.

His cold hand finds a way under my shirt, flattening across my bare stomach.

I inhale sharply, arching my back because of the temperature difference, only seeing my mistake once his dick is pushed even further into my back.

He buries his head deeper into my neck as his muscles tense around me.

With another inhale I catch a whiff of his scent and envy grows green in me as I realize that even after everything he went through last night, he still smells knee-weakeningly.

I finally relaxed into his hold, knowing that moving too much would not help at all.

"Fuck," a deep voice rumbles behind me and I tense once again, my blood running cold as his hand on my stomach pulls my lower half toward him.

"What?" I blurt out as he moves his head.

Is he awake?

If so, for how long has he been awake?

"You smell so good," he murmured into my skin at the same time as goosebumps appeared all over my body.

Gee, good to know he isn't the only one.

He pulls me impossibly closer, my curves fitting perfectly against his sculpted body before once again relaxing.

I look over to see his still resting face and judging by his even breathing, he is still fast asleep, having no idea what he just did.

This time when he relaxes, it's enough for me to pull away from his hold and quickly run to the bathroom.

I look into the mirror only to be met with my blushing, flustered self.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

I turn on the cold water from the sink and splash my face with it a few times.