The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 170

Chapter 155: Honeymoon Day Seven

Caleb POV

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I noticed the wine first. Bella would pick up her glass, hold it, set it back down. Sometimes she’d take a sip and sometimes she wouldn’t, but either way the glass ended the evening mostly full. She ordered sparkling water at dinner which was so unlike her.

The mornings were the other thing. She was always up before me, which wasn’t unusual – Bella had always woken early, it was one of her factory settings. But she was quieter in that first hour than she’d been even two weeks ago, moving through the kitchen in a drowsy manner.

On day five I asked if she was sleeping well.

“Fine,” she’d said

I knew better than to push. Bella came to things when she was ready and not a moment before, and pushing her toward something she hadn’t yet decided to look at directly was the fastest way to make her put a wall up. So I watched and waited..

Day seven started the way most days had started – me waking to an empty space beside me, following the smell of tea to the terrace, finding Bella already there with her mug and her eyes on the water.

I came up behind her and she leaned back into me without turning, and I put my arms around her and we stood like that for a while looking at the sea.

“Good morning,” I said, into her hair.

“Morning.” She tipped her head back against my shoulder. “You slept late.”

“It’s seven-fifteen.”

“Late for you.”

“We’re on our honeymoon, I’m recalibrating.”

She made a small sound that was almost a laugh. “Ruth left fresh fruit.”

“I saw.”

“There’s also those pastries she brought yesterday.”

“I saw those too,” I said. “I was going to eat them before you noticed.”

“I noticed,” she said. “I’ve been strategically not mentioning it.”

“Why?”

“Because you look very happy about them and I didn’t want to interfere.”

I kissed the top of her head. “We can share the pastries.”

“Generous,” she said drily.

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Chapter 155 Honeymoon Day Seven

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We stayed on the terrace until the heat built up properly and then went inside for the middle of the day.

The shower was Bella’s idea, which I mention only because she would claim otherwise.

We’d been in the water eartier, a long slow swim out past the sandbar and back, and she’d come out of the ocean with her hair loose and looked at me. “Let’s go shower”

The outdoor shower was warm, water cascading over both of us with no ceiling above the garden side. I had Bella pressed against the tiled wall, one of her legs hooked around my hip.

I kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together, hot and wet under the spray. My hand slid between her thighs, fingers stroking her slick p***y before I pushed two inside her. She moaned into my mouth as I pumped them slowly, curling against that spot that made her tremble.

Then I lifted her leg higher, lined up my hard c**k, and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. She gasped, her tight p***y stretching around me. I fucked her against the wall with deep, steady thrusts, water streaming down our bodies. Each push buried me to the hilt, my hips slapping against hers.

Bella clung to my shoulders, moaning louder with every thrust. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in firm circles. Her cries grew sharper until she came hard, her p***y clamping down around my c**k in strong, pulsing waves. She cried out my name, body shaking against me.

I kept fucking her through it, groaning as her tight heat squeezed me. A few more deep thrusts and I came inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum while the water washed over us.

Afterward she stood with her back against my chest under the running water, both of us breathing hard. I held her as she exhaled fully, her body relaxing completely against mine. Nothing needed to be said.

Then she turned her face into my neck. I felt her wet eyelashes brush my skin and realized she was crying.

“Hey,” I said gently.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“I know. You can still be crying.”

She laughed a little against my neck. “It’s nothing bad. I just… feel everything more right now. I don’t know how to explain it.”

I held her tighter. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she whispered. She wiped her face, kissed me softly, and turned the shower off.

I stood there a moment after she stepped out, looking at the garden wall, thinking about the wine she barely touched, the quiet mornings, and the way she moved through the days holding something inside.

I thought about the conversation on the terrace – “I want more children with you.”

I thought about the arithmetic. I said nothing. It wasn’t mine to say yet. It was hers, and when she was ready I would be right here.

Later we walked towards the beach bare feet in the wet sand, the sky painted in impossible colors.

“What do you want?” I asked, the question open like so many we’d shared this week.

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