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The beat of my heart jumped and raced. I panted, trying to keep up with his rhythm. His hips jerked, then his cock was twitching and twitching, releasing inside of me, and I fell on top of him, my lips brushing against his.

He kissed me, lazy and sweet, with a burning passion that demanded my all but promised me everything too.

55

SKYE

Iwoke up with a foggy brain and hazy memory. My body ached and the exhaustion was heavy but sweet. I blinked against the sunlight streaming through the windows, reaching for Nikola but only finding cold sheets.

I sighed.

It had been the same for the past week. We’d make love all night, but I’d wake up alone.

It was getting old.

Sitting up, I pulled the sheet to my chest and glanced around the spacious master bedroom. Cream elegant walls filled with paintings of historical New Orleans buildings, a sophisticated leather sofa, a nightstand, rich Persian rugs.

Wrapping the sheet around me, I swung my feet onto the plush rugs and padded toward one of the two doors. One led into the master bathroom and the other into the gym, where I found Nikola.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him dressed in gym shorts and nothing else. Nikola’s body was a work of art. Renaissance artists would have given their souls away to sculpthis body to be gawked at for all eternity. Too bad I was too selfish to allow anyone else to see him like that.

My eyes traveled over his inked body, sculpted chest, and six-pack abs.

I always thought him the most beautiful man alive. The scars he wore didn’t take away from it, neither did his legs. He was always and would always be the most beautiful man to me. After the past month, more so than ever.

We’d settled on a wedding date. April 9th in Trieste.

Until then, we’d stay here.

We filled our days with work, preparations, and trips to the beach just to catch the sunset. Our evenings were filled with midnight swims and our nights with sweaty sheets, writhing bodies, and passion that could even burn the sun itself.

But there was something still bothering Nikola. It started and ended with his therapist, who had resorted to calling his cell phone now.

As if sensing my eyes on him, Nikola stopped his workout and lifted his head.

Our gazes met.

“Good morning.” I waved, clutching the sheet to my chest to cover my nakedness.

He lowered his weights, then used his upper body strength to shift himself into the wheelchair. The sight didn’t bother me, but the knowledge that he was in it because of me did. Nikola had always been so active that I couldn’t even fathom how painful this limitation was.

He wheeled himself over until he came to a stop in front of me. “Did I wake you up?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He tugged on my sheet and I bent my head. Nikola pressed his mouth to mine for a hard kiss. When he pulled back, I was panting.

“What do you want to do today?”

“Don’t know.” I lowered to my knees, used to craning my neck to look at him. “Nikola, why don’t you ever sleep in?”

A shadow passed his expression and he signed while uttering the words, “I have my routine.”

I released a deep breath. “I know, and your exercise is important, but couldn’t you sleep in one morning so we can wake up together?”

He cupped my face into his big palms. “I’ll sleep in every day during our honeymoon. I promise.”

We’d learned a lot about each other during the past few weeks, and despite the tragic way we ended up in this situation, I counted it as a blessing. It was good for both of us.