entry. He commissioned the door in France after going to the cathedral. That little fact added to the laundry list of why I loved Abel so much. Opposite the front door was a small fountain. The water fountain was blue-tiled, with white mosaic styled after our trip to Greece. Two tiny mermaids adorned the left and right side of the fountain. Mermaids were my favorite, and the waters of Greece, I’d imagined, had them.
My god. The grand entryway had an enormous crystal chandelier. It had his mother’s mark all over it. In fact, the more I looked around, I was positive this couldn’t have been pulled off without her. Hand-carved oak doors protected each spacious room. Long gone was the open layout of our Greek vacation home. This was expansive, but warm and modern for a house built out of stone. Comfortable modern pieces were intermixed with antiques. Thick, textured, colored rugs were placed in certain rooms with luxurious drapes. Other rooms held floor to ceiling windows with no treatments at all, giving them an open feel. Abel, I pondered. This was something he requested, keeping a voyeuristic feel, which I had no doubt he had plans for. Thank god there weren’t neighbors nearby.
And for a single moment, I understood something…what it was like to love two men, separately and equally at the same time: my broody Dom, and my sexy rocker fiancé. One for the strong hand he guided me with. The other for being an absolute dream.
I lost count of the stairs I climbed, watching Abel’s perfectly rounded ass in front of me. He held my hand, leading me through the house, and took pleasure in watching my expressions of awe. A gentle squeeze of my hand peppered with soft kisses told me he was enjoying himself. After all, he was a giver. That was something I had personal experience with daily. He lead me to the right of the darkened landing through a dimly lit hallway lined with wall sconces…to the same intricately etched wood door he had in Colorado. The very same one.
I turned in surprise. He just smirked and nodded. He sought to comfort me in a completely overwhelming way. He opened the door and we walked through. My eyes landed on the elaborate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, wall-to-wall cashmere colored carpeting. Beautiful fresco paintings of various scenes of copulation hung from the walls. He explained, “A bedroom can be decorated for sensuality or comfort,” and he’d decorated our space for sensuality. Beyond a doubt, he decorated this to provide another texture—visual stimulation.
I knew two things for sure. He was about sensory stimulation and anticipation. With those words tantalizing my brain, I moved to the centerpiece of the room—our bed. If ever there was a bed built for mating with this broody alpha, this was it. In the middle of the room, a rich mahogany bed with detailed mirror work and a thick, velvety mattress. How he mixed the two and made it work was mind-blowing. I’d never think to pair the two. However, it worked in a magnificently erotic way.
His thumb strummed my spine as he moved me toward the terrace doors. He was anything but subtle. My heart leapt as I opened the doors to find a replica terrace of where he’d proposed.
The tears I’d held back suddenly sprang forward, and the world in front of me fell away. His arms pulled me in, harnessing me in his muscled warmth. His breath danced across my collarbone and a shiver ran through me.
His deep chuckle curled my toes. “I love that I can do that to you all day every day.”
I rose up on my toes to place a kiss on my favorite spot on his pronounced Adam’s apple. “Pinch me,” I whispered.
He bent down and lifted me in his arms. “I don’t have to pinch you, Beauty, but I promise to show you every day I’m alive how much you mean to me.”
There was no arguing with him. I used to hate it, and it drove me crazy how much of a fucking caveman he was. It’s just part of who he is—passionate.
My arm snaked around his neck. “Where are we going?” I asked as we passed the bed.
“I have a surprise for you.” He walked evenly through a sitting room, past an enormous bathroom that I decided I needed to explore.
“There’s more?” I wasn’t really surprised. This was Abel we were talking about. There was always more.
He stopped in front of