wasn’t calculating how I was going to slit her throat when we were finished.
If anything, I wanted this moment to last forever.
The feel of her heat tightening around my dick, sucking me dry, had to be one of the best feelings in the universe.
I used to ignore the women I slept with.
With Eden, I couldn’t help but want to remember every tiny little thing, the way her fingers dug into my back, the way she clawed, moaned, panted.
I gripped her leg and pulled completely out of her, only to sink back home.
“I don’t want this to end,” I whispered in reverence as we locked eyes. The world felt small then.
Only two people existed.
Me and her.
Our pleasure.
The joining of our bodies.
Minds.
Souls.
“Promise me.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. “Promise.”
A tear slid down Eden’s’ cheek, colliding with the silk sheets below her. “Keep doing that, and I’ll promise you anything.”
I barked out a laugh that quickly turned into a growl when her heels dug behind me, pulling me against her so tight that I saw stars. “Promise me forever.”
Her back arched up off the bed; I took full advantage, jerking her against me as my hips moved wildly, in perfect sync with her lush body.
I took my pleasure and gave Eden hers.
“Forever.” She bit down on her lower lip then squeezed her eyes shut like it was too much, only to open them and say in a hoarse voice, “Forever in your arms. Forever in your life. Forever yours. I’ve never been anyone else’s.”
“Then let go.” Our foreheads touched. “And let me catch you.”
She screamed my name, and my hips rolled one last time. Both of us lost complete control.
Both of us marked each other.
This was the third, fourth, maybe fifth… fuck, I lost track of how many times I already made love to her this night.
I wasn’t done.
Nowhere near finished.
I was only getting started.
I planned to keep her in this bed for the rest of the week, making up for lost time, thrusting my seed so far into her that she’d give me another baby.
I wanted that more than anything.
This time we’d do it right.
Besides, Naz needed a sibling.
I shook my head, shoving the memories of Tristian out of my head.
“Don’t,” Eden ordered, reading my mind. “Don’t let him ruin us when we’ve just begun. He’s not worth it.”
“I loved him. He was my brother.”
“Who turned into your enemy.”
“That’s the hardest pill to swallow.”
I pressed a hungry kiss to her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin like they wanted to bite down, mark her on the outside as well as the inside.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I meant it, kissing her deeply, our kiss slow, both of us still panting.
Eden smiled up at me, and it was like looking directly at Heaven, at the sun, at the beauty of the world.
I was lost.
And then found.
Broken but not forgotten.
A sinner.
She was a saint.
My angel.
The good to my bad.
Her eyes filled with tears. “Romeo, do you love me?”
“I’ll say it until you believe it, and then I’ll say it again and again, so you feel it. I love you. You’re mine, Eden. Mine.” I stared deep into her eyes.
“And all I’ve ever wanted… was to be yours too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“I love the way your foul little mind works.”—Jafar
Romeo
Now: Six months later…
“I hate school.” Naz had been repeating that same mantra all through dinner, though strangely enough, he’d always loved school. And now he was repeating it after brushing his teeth, mumbling it under his breath while he got on his Batman PJs.
Frowning, I went into the bedroom I shared with Eden.
Ours.
Home.
We’d moved out of her old house soon after we came together. I sold my penthouse and decided to buy a house outside the city.
Years ago, I would have said the quiet suburbs were my worst nightmare.
Now, I found that I preferred the quiet; I preferred this family, this family that was real, which was mine.
Eden was in the bathroom, wearing black silk shorts and a tank that left little to the imagination when she wasn’t wearing the short silk bathrobe around her little body.
My body.
“Is he still saying he hates school?” She rubbed some moisturizer around her gorgeous face; her worried eyes met mine through the mirror.
I tugged her back against me.
The three-karat princess cut diamond shimmered on her left hand as she grabbed my arms and laid her head back against my shoulder, leaning into me, relying on me.
I would never get