As we continued lying there, Rosalia nestled into my arms, her body relaxed against mine. Her head rested gently on my chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the curves of my skin. The intimacy of the moment was almost intoxicating. Everything seemed so peaceful, but the energy between us hadn't completely faded from the night before—it lingered, a soft current waiting to ignite once again.
Rosalia shifted slightly, her soft breath warm against my neck. I could feel her heartbeat steady and strong, matching the rhythm of mine. I inhaled the scent of her hair, a subtle mixture of wildflowers and the crisp air of dawn, and something stirred within me. The pull toward her was undeniable, an irresistible force, as if the connection between us was deepening every moment we stayed close.
Without thinking, I let my lips trail along the curve of her neck, brushing against her soft skin. She shivered slightly, her breath hitching, but didn't pull away. If anything, she pressed herself closer, her body yielding to mine. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken.
Unable to resist the growing intensity between us, I let my lips graze her skin more firmly, just under her ear, my hand moving to her waist to pull her closer. She sighed softly, her body arching slightly in response. The sensation of her so close, her warmth, her trust—it ignited something primal within me. My fingers trailed up her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my touch, and before I knew it, my teeth grazed her neck, and I bit down gently.
Rosalia gasped, her body tensing for just a moment, her hand gripping my arm. Her skin beneath my teeth was soft and yielding, and I applied just enough pressure to make her pulse quicken. Her response was immediate, a mixture of surprise and something deeper, more instinctive. She tilted her head slightly, giving me more access to the tender skin of her neck, a silent invitation for more.
I couldn't help but smirk against her skin, sensing the effect I was having on her. My bite was firm but controlled, and as I released her skin, I soothed the area with gentle kisses. Her breath was shallow now, her body trembling slightly in my arms.
"Rosé…" she whispered, her voice a low, breathless murmur.
Her reaction only spurred me on. I moved my lips up to her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered, "You're irresistible, you know that?"
Rosalia let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers curling into my hair as she pulled herself closer to me. "You're one to talk," she murmured back, her voice laced with desire. "I think you've ruined me for anyone else."
The teasing lilt in her voice made me chuckle, but there was something deeper in her words, something genuine. I could feel it, the weight of her emotions, the depth of our bond that transcended mere words. It wasn't just physical—it was something more profound, something that connected us on a level few could understand.
I kissed her again, more passionately this time, my hand trailing up her back and pulling her even closer, so there was no space between us. Her lips were soft and eager, responding to mine with a hunger that matched my own. Every kiss, every touch, was like fuel to the fire building between us.
Rosalia's hands roamed over my chest, her touch light but deliberate, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, and the desire that had been simmering all morning was beginning to boil over. Our kisses grew more fervent, more urgent, as if we were trying to make up for all the time we hadn't spent together in such closeness.
My lips returned to her neck, this time more aggressive. I bit down once again, a little harder than before, and she moaned softly, her body pressing even closer to mine. Her nails dug slightly into my shoulders, and the sensation of her skin against mine, of her soft, breathless reactions, was driving me wild.
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my fingers gently tracing the mark my bite had left on her neck. Her eyes were dark, filled with desire, and her lips were parted slightly as she caught her breath. The sight of her like this, so completely lost in the moment, sent a surge of possessiveness through me.
"You're mine," I whispered, my voice low and rough. "Every inch of you."
Rosalia's eyes flickered with something between amusement and desire. "I've always been yours, Rosé," she replied softly, her fingers trailing down my chest again. "But don't forget—you're mine, too."
I grinned, unable to resist the challenge in her voice. "I don't plan on forgetting that anytime soon."
Her laugh was soft, filled with warmth, but before I could respond, she pulled me into another deep kiss, her hands sliding up to cup my face as she pressed herself against me. The kiss was filled with passion, but there was also tenderness there—a reminder of the love and connection that had always been between us, even before we'd shared this moment.
As the kiss deepened, the room seemed to fade away. It was just the two of us, lost in each other, in the warmth of the embrace, the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electric. Time seemed to slow as we explored each other, not in a rush but savoring every moment.
Eventually, the intensity began to soften, our kisses turning slower, more languid. We stayed wrapped in each other's arms, content to simply be together, to feel the steady rhythm of our heartbeats in sync.
Rosalia sighed softly, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers gently tracing patterns on my chest. "We should probably get up soon," she whispered, though there was no urgency in her voice.
I chuckled softly, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. "Maybe. But I kind of like staying right here."
She smiled, snuggling closer. "I do, too."
We lay there for a while longer, content in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of us, wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, our bond stronger than ever.
Later that morning, as we finally got out of bed and dressed, the sounds of the household began to filter through the walls. The unmistakable chatter of my sisters echoed down the halls, and I could already imagine the teasing comments waiting for us.
As we opened the door to head downstairs, I wasn't surprised to find Aurora and Liora standing there, their arms crossed, smirking knowingly.
"Good morning," Liora greeted, her voice dripping with amusement. "Sleep well?"
Aurora snickered behind her hand, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or should we say, didn't sleep at all?"
Rosalia blushed slightly, but she held her head high, a small smile playing on her lips. "We slept just fine, thank you."
I smirked, sliding my arm around Rosalia's waist as we made our way past them. "Glad to know you two were so concerned about us."
Liora's grin widened. "Oh, don't worry. We'll save the real teasing for later."
Aurora giggled. "And trust me, we heard plenty last night. Seems like you two had quite the evening."
Rosalia rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in her gaze. "You're incorrigible, both of you."
Liora winked. "We learned from the best."
As we walked away, their laughter followed us, but I couldn't help but smile. Despite the teasing, I knew they were happy for us, and I wouldn't trade moments like these for anything.