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“Ibuprofen,” he explained, hastily. “For the pain. ”
“It’s not that bad, Gabriel. I wouldn’t call it pain. ”
“Please,” he begged.
She was puzzled by his overreaction but elected not to be stubborn, popping the pills quickly into her mouth and downing the entire glass of water. She was thirsty.
When he’d soothed her and cleaned her up, he scooped her into his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. He carried her across the threshold of the bathroom.
Julia heard the water running before they walked through the door.
“What’s happening?” she managed, holding her head up.
“Let me care for you, baby. ” He kissed her forehead and gently placed her in the large and inviting bathtub.
The hot water and rose scented bubbles were comforting. She was still dreamy, but things were slowly coming into focus. She opened her eyes and saw Gabriel standing over her, still naked, still glorious, checking the temperature of the water with his fingers and adjusting the taps.
“Are you still thirsty?”
She nodded.
He disappeared for a moment and returned with a garnet-colored liquid in a wine glass.
“Cranberry with soda,” he said. “It’s good for you. ”
She arched an eyebrow at him, wondering how he became an expert at warding off female problems, but once again, decided not to pursue the question. She drank greedily and passed him the empty glass.
“You changed the music. What is it?”
“Sogno by Andrea Bocelli. ”
“It’s pretty,” she murmured.
“Not as pretty as you. ”
He turned off the water and climbed in behind her, placing his long legs on either side of her body, pulling her to his chest. They each sighed in contentment. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, and he stroked her hair, his touch light and gentle.
“Was it — okay for you?” she whispered.
That’s an understatement, he thought.
“Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. You were perfect. You are perfect. ” He pressed his lips to the top of her head, and she snuggled into his arms. “And very, very sexy. How about you?”
“It was even better than I imagined. Thank you. ”
He began to run his hands up and down the slick, wet skin around her ribs.
“Why the bath?” she asked, shifting against him slightly, feeling his new arousal against her backside.
His lips found her ear. “I wanted to care for you. ”
“Thank you, Gabriel, for your kindness to me. I know things would not have been as pleasant if I was with someone else. ”
He kissed her hair. “You deserve far more and far better than me, Beatrice,” he whispered. “La gloriosa donna della mia mente. The glorious lady of my mind. ”
“My Dante. ” She turned to kiss his wet chest. “When can we do that again?”
Gabriel smiled. “Not until tomorrow. You need to heal first. ”
She squirmed slightly. “But it isn’t that bad. You were very careful. ”
“After all that we’ve shared, I just want to hold you and be close. Rest in my arms and know that I love you. We’ll be making love again very, very soon. ”
Julia felt comforted and let herself relax wholly against his body. She silently thanked the gods of large bathtubs, handsome, sexy lovers, and rose-scented bubble bath. (Not necessarily in that order. ) And she thanked the gods of virgins who were about to have sex with their sex-god (no blasphemy intended) boyfriends for the mother of all orgasms. Thrice over.
In the wee hours of the morning, the Edenic lovers wound themselves around each other, flesh against flesh, sleepy and sated in a large, white bed.
Lightness and darkness, innocence and experience, kissed and caressed in the warmth and acceptance created by their love. The dark angel whispered to his muse in Italian until she fell asleep in his arms, happier than she had ever been. She was loved.
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