Part One Hundred and Fourteen

Part One Hundred and Fourteen
Faro walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes were immediately drawn to the open patio doors and the figure standing on his balcony. Her hair was whipped around by the wind and he walked closer toward her.
Her hands rubbed over her arms and when she turned to look at him, Faro knew that he’d always remember the moment. She looked beautiful in the white robe that clung to her, her hair loose and wild, her eyes shining with determination.
“Sihana … it’s cold out,” Faro said as he reached her and goosebumps broke out over his naked torso.
“Did you mean what you said? In your office, when you kissed me?”
Faro searched her eyes and even though he wanted to hang his head in shame, he didn’t break eye contact with her. “Yes.”
“Show me what our first time should’ve been like,” she whispered.
Faro walked right up to her and cupped her face. Her eyes closed and she leaned her face into his hand. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently at first. The moment she started kissing him back, he deepened the kiss and pulled her flush against him.
He could feel his groin tightening and he pressed his erection against her. She stiffened slightly but Faro knew if he stopped now, then they might as well not get married. He had to help her over this hurdle, over the hurdle he’d placed in their way.
He’d take it as slow as he needed to, because there was something about Sihana Makolli that called out to him, something in him that wanted to claim her. He wanted to do it the right way, to make her want him as much as he wanted her.
Faro broke the kiss off and took her hand. He led her back into his bedroom and closed the patio sliding door behind them. Her cheeks were flushed and damn if he didn’t like the look in her eyes. She licked her lower lip and Faro kissed her again.
His kiss was short and sweet, one to put her at ease right before he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid her down and hovered over her. Sihana nodded her head and Faro took a deep breath.
He peeled the robe open and revealed a white satin dress beneath it with her nipples pebbled magnificently. He kissed each nipple through the material as his hands slid across her abdomen. “I will not hurt you again, Sihana, please believe me.”
Faro didn’t wait for her to say something as his hands traveled down her legs and pushed her dress up. He pulled her up into a sitting position and slid her robe over her shoulders. He kissed each shoulder and watched as she shivered at the contact.
He pulled her dress over her head and let it slip from his fingers and fall to the carpeted floor. His hands went to her breasts as he widened her legs with his knees. He sat back on his haunches and loosened his towel and her gaze immediately went to his erect cock.
Faro could see her whole body stiffening and he didn’t give her the chance to object. He lowered his head to her pussy and started licking her. He pushed her knees apart again and kept his hands on her thighs as he spread her wide open and began feasting.
When she cried out his name for the second time, he wiped his mouth on her inner thigh and lined his cock up with her shuddering pussy. He pushed inside her slowly, an inch at a time and when his cock was fully sheathed inside her, he started moving.
Sihana’s back arched off the bed when he pressed his finger against her clitoris and he started thrusting harder and deeper, pushing in to the hilt each time. He could feel her clenching around him and he pushed against her harder, giving her the friction she needed to cum.
Faro emptied himself inside her and kept thrusting as the aftershocks of her orgasm went through her. Once he started softening he pulled out of her slowly and watched as she opened her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and he thought that she’d never looked more beautiful.
Faro leaned over her and kissed her again, the kiss speaking of a promise he was making, a promise he intended to keep. He lay down on his back next to her and turned on his side. He wanted to pull her closer to him but now he was unsure of what to do, what she’d allow.
“Can I hold you?”
She nodded her head and Faro pulled her against his chest, her breath fanning over him. He’d never felt so close to another person as he did in that moment and the feeling did something to him. It seared Sihana Makolli onto his soul forever.
“I don’t want to ruin the moment, but why now? What made you decide to give me a chance now?”
Sihana took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
Her words slammed into him and for a moment it felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see or hear anything. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins but it felt like his lungs couldn’t expand enough to get the oxygen he needed.
“Fuck,” Faro murmured and moved away from her so swiftly that Sihana barely had time to comprehend what had happened before Faro had sweatpants on and she heard the doors of their suite slamming closed.
Faro sat in the library and emptied his second glass of bourbon for the night. He clenched his eyes shut and a tear escaped and rolled over his cheek. He didn’t bother to wipe it away and he lowered his head.
“She’ll forgive you in time,” Gage said from behind him and Faro jumped around.
“I don’t know, Gage. Will she forgive me when she gives birth in eight months?”
“Fuck, Faro,” Gage said and clasped a hand on his shoulder.
“What the fuck am I going to do?”
“Besides knowing that your first child was conceived by marital rape?” Gage asked him and released his hand. “Spend every single day treating her like your queen.”
When Faro looked up, Gage was gone and he knew that he’d fucked up again. He emptied another glass of Bourbon and headed back upstairs to his suite. Sihana wasn’t in his room anymore, neither was her dress or robe and for the first time in his life, he truly manned up and knocked on her door.
Sihana opened the door and she wiped the stray tear from her face. “I’m sorry, Sihana. How do you ever forgive me for this?”
“For what?”
“For raping you,” Faro whispered.
“I didn’t stop you, Faro. I didn’t fight you off other than to let me breathe. It was your right to claim me. You didn’t rape me,” she said softly.
Faro shook his head and his hand went to her stomach. “You are my queen, Sihana, and I’ll never forget it again.”