CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR – CAMILLO

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. As I carried Rose into the bathroom, my body was vibrating with happiness. I had the family I’d always wanted—the family I’d come to love and fiercely want to protect. The mother of my child loved even the monster within me, and I loved her in return.

I set Rose down onto her feet and slowly began peeling her clothes from her. Every inch of her skin glistened for me, flushing with a beautiful desire while her hands undressed my own body. Bruises and scratches and stitches came into view, and each time she found a new one, she pressed her lips against it. Her touch was warm and gentle.

Finally, when there was nothing left separating us, I reached into the shower and turned it on. The steam filled the room as I opened the massive glass shower door, and I ushered her in. She sighed as the water hit her skin, the dirt and grime from the past few days swirling down the drain as I began to wash her.

I paid attention to every single part of her body, including the treasure trove between her legs.

My soapy hands parted her pussy lips, feeling her dripping for me as her back pressed against my chest. My fingertips found her swollen clit, throbbing against the pad of my thumb while the rose-scented bubbles popped against her skin. Her legs shook, and her breath came in short pants, every inch of her shaking and jolting while I nipped and kissed at the beautiful skin on her neck.

I was intoxicated with the way the white soap bubbles blended in with her beautiful pale skin.

“Camillo. Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

Her breathless commands were my promises as my fingertips made quick work of her body. She was shivering against me while the hot water battered our bodies, and I could tell she was close. Her ass ground back into my cock while her fingernails dug into my arm that was holding her against me, and soon, her head was cocking back, searching for my lips while she came.

I reveled in the way my name dripped from her lips as her legs gave out from underneath her.

We sank to the shower floor, and I began washing her hair. She laid there, curled up in my lap while I shampooed and conditioned her beautiful black locks. Her hair had grown well past her shoulder blades, the perfect length for braiding it. So when I had the conditioner spread throughout her hair, I braided up its thickness before sliding the band off her wrist and tying it off.

“A deep condition this morning?” she asked breathlessly.

“Don’t you think you’ve earned it?” I asked.

She turned around and straddled my lap, hovering her beautiful pussy over my throbbing cock. She smiled at me, encompassing my lips with hers just before she sank down onto it. I felt her juices slick over my skin while her walls throbbed around me, and in that very moment, there was only the two of us.

My hands crept up her back while she slowly began to rock in my lap, and soon, the two of us were bucking wildly against one another.

Trails of hot water dripped from her pert nipples, and I couldn’t help but pull one between my teeth. Her fingernails scratched my scalp while her head lolled back and my hips pounded up into hers. I could feel her pussy humming around me, sucking my dick deeper into her body I rose up from my seated position and quickly had her on her back, the water pooling around us as it dripped off my face.

Her hand raised to cup my cheek before I resumed burying myself deep within her body.

Her cries of pleasure were muffled by the steam and the intensity of the water pouring onto us. I threaded my fingertips with hers, pinning her hands to her sides while my hips rolled desperately into her.

“I love you, Rose,” I said heatedly.

Her eyes flew open and studied mine intently as I slammed myself deep into her pussy again.

“I love you, too, Camillo,” she said, moaning. “I love you so much.”

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have gotten my family for Christmas. Faster and faster, I pounded into her, watching her tits bounce for me while she gasped with pleasure. I bent myself back up and took her within my arms, twirling her around and pinning her to the shower wall before our lips met one another’s again.

Only this time, my fingertips trailed down to her pussy lips and found that swollen little clit of hers that was peeking out for more attention.

“Camillo. Yes. Holy hell. I’m gonna come. Please let me come. Please.”

“Come with me, Rose,” I said. “Come with me, my beautiful songbird.”

In an instant, her pussy was clamping down around my cock. She was singing her song for me. A song only I could pull from her lips. She wailed and moaned while her fingernails raked across my shoulders, and I buried myself deep within her soft wetness as I peppered her neck with kisses. I emptied myself into her, my cock twitching and vibrating with pleasure, while her pussy pulled every ounce of hot cum I had from my balls.

Then the two of us simply stood there, her back pinned to the foggy shower wall, while our lips danced lazily on top of one another’s.

“I have one more present for you,” I said into her skin.

“What in the world could possibly top all this?” she asked.

I smirked before I pulled my cock from between her legs.

I undid her braid and washed her hair out one last time before I cut the shower off. I reached for a towel, wrapping her perfect body up within it before I helped her out of the shower. Her legs were wobbling, and I felt a surge of pride swell within my chest, happy that I could still remove the life from her lungs with the pleasure I could afford her.

I sat her on the bed before I grabbed my own towel, wrapping it around my waist before I pulled a box out from my bedside table drawer.

“Open it,” I said.

Her fingertips studied the small box with a tiny little bow on it. Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she popped the box open. But the moment she did, her jaw unhinged with shock before her gaze whipped back up to me.

“Camillo?” she asked. “What is this?”

“This,” I removed the diamond ring, “was my mother’s. Given to me by her on my fifteenth birthday. It was the ring my father first bought her when he proposed, and she passed it on to me to give to the woman I would ultimately hand my life over to.”

Tears filled her eyes as I got down onto one knee and took her hand within mine.

“Rose, you are everything I could’ve ever wanted in a woman. You are a divine mother and a sensual woman. You are passionate, dedicated, and unwavering. Like a mountaintop rising far above the rest of the world. I promise you, my life of violence is behind me, and I will love and protect you and our family forever.”

Tears were dripping down her face as I slowly plucked the ring from its confines.

“Will you marry me?”

Her watery gaze slowly panned down to mine, and the moment she nodded, a smile crossed my face. I crashed my lips up into hers, laying her towel-wrapped body down onto my bed while she slid the diamond ring on her finger. Our tongues battled heatedly, and she pulled the towel from around my waist, casting it off to the side while my hands made quick work of opening hers.

Her legs parted to encompass my body as I settled on top of her silky, soft skin.

“I love you so much,” she said as my lips trailed kisses down her neck.

“And I love you,” I murmured into her skin.

I couldn’t wait to start my new life with my new family. Even with the bruises that covered my ribs and the stitches still healing at my sides, I felt a new Camillo being resurrected. My lips trailed down this beautiful woman’s body as she gave herself over to me, wholly and completely, in every way I’d only ever dreamed of. My lips slid between her legs while my tongue parted her beautiful folds, and in that very moment, I drank her pleasure from between her legs.

“Oh, I love you, Camillo,” she said, whispering. “I love you so much.”