Infinite Love

Chapter 3

Amelia

In the sanctuary of my room I take a long refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the emotions that have been consuming me since I was told of Erik’s situation.

There had been no doubt or hesitation in my mind, I was wiling to give whatever was needed to keep him in this world. My whole heart, every part of my being still belonged to him.

I don’t bother to turn when I hear the shower door slide open and feel a presence walk in I know who it is already. His lips place a soft kiss at the nape of my neck and arms snake around my body pulling me back into his. I feel him hard for me already.

“Was that really necessary” I sigh and I feel the curve of his smile against my skin “If I don’t instigate it he’ll do it himself or get one of them, would you rather that?”

I relax into his arms and place my hands over his own as he starts to move them over my body, making me moan at his touch. “No” I moan breathlessly as he squeezes one of my n*****s “this only works as long as we hate each other and you know it” his tone harsher than his touch.

Turning in his arms I find his hazel eyes, warm only for me, his Mediterranean handsome looks would melt any woman’s heart. My body responds to his every touch “f**k me Nico” I whisper and his lips meet mine, in a dance of fire and passion, a dangerous game we play.

He lifts me as my legs wrap around him and he pushes me into the shower wall, the wet tiles at my back cooling the fire on my ass from earlier. I give a pleasured wince as his fingers dig into the still marked skin where he grips me to gain entry.

I am so ready for him to f**k away all of my emotions, empty my head of thoughts with his ferocious need. Nico and I might not be soulmates but his c**k is a thing of beauty and his skill like no other.

I groan with satisfaction as I feel him at my entrance, this time he takes his pleasure slowly, sliding in inch by beautiful inch, I have to resist bucking my hips to get instant gratification. I know he likes to make love after one of our displays.

His eyes gaze into my own and I see his love there, a love that I can not truly return, my heart is not my own to give but I feel as much for him as I can, my own kind of love.

He kisses his way down my neck and I move my head to the side giving him the access he wants. The pleasure washes through me as he bites into my neck and then begins to teasingly pulse slowly in and out of me. The dual assault bringing my whole body to life. Enjoying the slow steady build as the pleasure coils inside of me, his mouth finds its way to my n*****s sucking and nipping one after the other. I feel my hips buck and push towards him wanting and needing more now.

He does not leave me destitute as he picks up the pace of his assault, faster and harder, driving into me with all of his might taking me to the edge of bliss with his c**k. My climax is cried out loudly with the intensity that rocks through my body quickly followed by his own.

Panting he leans his forehead on mine, staying inside of me, both of us rocked by the after effects of the intensity of our orgasm.

“I feel clean again” he whispers against my lips in his rich Italian accent and I know he does not mean the shower. It’s hard to believe but this man was once a cardinal in the Vatican. It was a very different Vatican in those days, when popes had illegitimate children and orgies took place inside of its walls, perhaps not so hard to believe he was once a cardinal then.

His heavy sigh signals what I knew was coming “I must leave you my love I am expected at the soirée downstairs. Will you come?”

I run the tips of my fingers over his cheek and gaze into those eyes “You know I will not unless I am ordered to, I have no taste for them”

He looks disappointed but I know he understands, what good would it do us anyway it’s not like we could sit together or dance or have fun. We would be apart glaring at one another until the festivities turned more s****l then we would be expected to perform. No thank you, if my absence is not noticed I will happily stay here in peace.

As we step out of the shower he wraps me in a large towel working his hands expertly over my body before drying himself.

A gentle sweet kiss is placed on my lips after he dresses himself. “Enjoy your party” I tell him with a cheeky glint and he just rolls his eyes claiming my lips once more. “Never without you my love, it is only an act with anyone else, my heart belongs to you and you only”

I smile and kiss him to avoid using my own words. I never want to lie to him but I can also never echo his sentiments for truly my heart does belong to another.

“One day we’ll find a way to runaway together” he whispers in my ear before turning to leave and I want to tell him how foolish that hope is. I have been trying to do that for over a thousand years. Still I am clueless in how to destroy my husband.