Wants and desires

Rose POV

I was in the middle of a deep sleep when the knock came.
It was soft at first, like maybe I had imagined it. But then it came again—firmer, deliberate.

I groaned, rolling over, wondering who in the world would be at my door this late. My mind immediately went to Martha; she’d said she might stop by. Maybe she forgot her key again.

Dragging my blanket off, I shuffled to the door.

The moment I opened it, my breath caught.

Luther.

Standing there, looking unfairly handsome under the dim porch light. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, a bouquet of roses in one hand and a small black velvet box in the other.

His eyes—sharp yet… softer than I’d ever seen them—were fixed on me like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at.

I froze. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out softer than I intended, almost like I was afraid to scare him away.

He stepped inside without breaking eye contact, the faintest smirk on his lips. “I could ask you the same thing, but… I guess you’ve been here all along.”

I shut the door behind him, still too stunned to move. “You shouldn’t just show up—”

“I needed to see you,” he cut in, his voice low, deliberate. “I owe you an apology.”

I blinked. “For what?”

“For that kiss.” His jaw tightened. “I didn’t know it was coming. I wasn’t the one who made the move. But you—” He stopped, searching my face.

“You need to know something about me, Rose. I don’t apologize easily. If I say I’m sorry, I mean it.”

I swallowed hard. “Luther—”

“No,” he stepped closer, the roses brushing against my arm. “You shouldn’t be scared of me. I’d never hurt you. And whether you like it or not, you’re already part of this world. You dated Vicenzo. That alone puts you in danger. Which means I’ll protect you… even from him.”

The weight in his voice was heavy, final. It wasn’t a promise—it was a vow.

I didn’t know what to say.

Then his gaze dropped briefly to the floor before locking on mine again, intense, unblinking.


“Rose,” he said, his voice lowering to something almost intimate, “do you still want me? Now that you know the real me—outside the composure, outside the calm… the man I really am. I want to know if you want me just as much as I want you.”

My heart was pounding, my mouth dry.
I could feel every muscle in my body tense, torn between instinct and desire.

I could literally feel myself getting weak at his voice, I could hear the sincerity in his voice and deep down I felt it was true.

“Rose” he said again as he came closer while dropped the gifts on the table.

“I’ll guess I’ll take my leave now, I’ll be back soon expecting your reply” he said as he turned his back to leave.

“Lu..ther!!!!” I called out to him as he turned his back to me

“Kiss me” I said as his eyes opened in surprise, he drew me closer to himself as he placed his lips on mine, drawing me closer to himself , he tightened his arms around me , I could feel my knees weaken and my body melting into his arms.

He stopped for a moment as he looked at me, my breath now steady but fast almost like I was panting but I wasn’t.

“Don’t stop Luther”

I said to him as he took me up in his arms and took me to my room and placed me softly on the bed.

He trailed the kissed from my mouth to my neck, using his tongues and lips like I was his favorite candy, I could feel the heat between my legs as I reached for his button and opened his shirt, I pulled it off exposing his perfectly toned biceps, I kissed him back as he yanked away my dress from my body slowly.

I pulled him closer to me ,opening my self a bit apart , hooking my legs crossed across his waist.

“You sure you want this” he said his voice low and husky.

“Yes Luther” I said in between moans as he guided himself into me almost torturing me , I pulled him deeper into me.

“Ro…se” his moans low and husky while I did that act, I was almost losing it hearing him moan in my ears while he was in me ,sent thousands of shock waves around my body, his body seemed perfect for me ,I felt my self almost climaxing as I held him tighter and his pace increased while I released.

“Turn around” he said , I felt weak but I liked the sound of that and just like that my body listened to his voice betraying me as I set my self in the perfect arch, I was dropping his hand firm on my waist as he drove his length into me.

I could feel him in my womb , deep in my womb I was almost resisting.

“You can take it girl” he said ,

His words , his words had a hypnotic effect on me and I let him fill his whole length into me, it started slow , the pleasure was so much I could feel it in my head.

He increased his pace, both plain and pleasure was driven to me, his hand tight and firm, I could feel his length increasing and then I knew he was about to climax.

There and then he did, I layed down to rest but I felt myself floating again in his arms as he took me to the bathroom and washed me.

“Turn around,” he said in that deep, low voice that always made my heart skip.

I hesitated, but something in me obeyed before my mind could argue.

Slowly, I turned my back to him, the sound of his legs shifting against my floor the only thing filling the silence.

His fingers grazed the nape of my neck first, then trailed slowly down my spine light, deliberate touches that made my body shiver involuntarily.

“Cold?” he asked quietly, almost teasing.

“Not exactly,” I whispered, my voice betraying the effect he had on me.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the small black velvet box in his other hand. He flipped it open, and there it was — a diamond necklace so beautiful it could have been stolen from a royal vault.

The sparkling stones caught the dim light, and in the center hung a delicate charm with the letter R engraved in gold. My initial.

My breath caught. “Luther… this is—”

“For you,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle.

“Because you’re not just another face to me, Rose. You’re…” he trailed off, as if the rest of the words were too heavy to push out.

I stood frozen as he clasped the necklace around my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin. I could feel the weight of it not just the jewelry, but what it meant.

He stepped back slightly, eyes scanning me like he was memorizing the sight. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now you look like you belong to me.”

My heart thudded. “And if I don’t?” I asked softly.

His gaze darkened, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Baby girl, you already do.”