Ellaria's POV:
Opening my eyes, I was met with a hard chest that elevated and depressed in a perfect rhythm. The scent of faint sandalwood engulfed me in a warm blanket and a small smile broke out on my lips.
I lifted my head up from his chest to look at his peaceful face. He was sleeping like a baby with a strong, muscular arm wrapped tightly around me. Before I could decipher my actions, my hand shot up to his face trailing a finger along his chiseled jaw and down to the hollow of his throat where I placed a small kiss.
My phone vibrated snapping me out of my trance and I reached to grab it.
Meet me in my room in five, Aria.
Marianne's message flashed on the screen making me frown and then it dawned on me.
Today's her homecoming!
But why is she asking for me this early in the morning? I was about to ask her when my eyes darted to the time on my phone and my eyes popped out of their sockets.
IT WAS ALMOST FIVE IN THE EVENING! WHAT THE FUCK?!
Placing a kiss on Ignazio's cheek, I carefully got out of the bed and padded towards my closet ignoring the dull throbbing between my legs. Grabbing a loose sky blue sweatshirt and black leggings, I made a run for the shower.
The hot water surely did an excellent job in soothing the pain and soreness in my muscles and after fifteen minutes, I was dressed and out of the bathroom leaving my hair to air dry.
Ignazio was now clutching my pillow close to his chest as his bare torso snuggled deeper in the sheets making me smile and reminisce the events of last night.
He kept me up till almost seven in the morning and needless to say, we both were completely spent, exhausted and sleepy. He took care of me like a baby, treated me like a queen and fucked me like a caveman. I lost count of the times he made me orgasm.
However, my favorite part was when he cleaned me with a wet cloth and changed the sheets before picking me up and lying us both down on the bed.
Closing the door cautiously behind me, I made my way to the room situated just across the hall and knocked twice before twisting the door knob and entering inside. Marianne stepped out of the washroom in a white bathrobe and looked at me with a frown.
"I told you to be here fifteen minutes ago." She complained.
"I am sorry, I had to shower before coming here. Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked.
She shrugged and closed the bathroom door behind her, "I actually knocked on your door at around eight in the morning but Ignazio said not to disturb you and that you had just slept." She told.
"Oh." I muttered and cleared my throat.
"So, you guys did the deed?" she asked excitedly.
My head snapped in her direction and I narrowed my eyes at her.
"What? Don't look at me like that. I am happy that you are happy." She stated.
I shook my head and walked to her vanity, "Come sit here." I said.
But instead of sitting there, she came up to me and hugged me tightly, "I am serious, Aria. I am so happy for you. I didn't mean to snoop but I looked at you when you were sleeping and for once, you seemed so... so peaceful and relaxed like you are free of all the worries in your life. He's a great man, really, he looked at you like the world ended right there for him. You both are perfect for each other." She whispered.
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