A/N:

Some Rosalyn/Nero fluff just to celebrate this story reaching 200,000 reads. Love you guys. Please let me know how you liked it!

Oh, by the way, it's in Nero's POV... Just a warning that he is decidedly less tame and definitely more graphic than our dear Rosalyn. 😉 Smut alert.

Nutella is an Italian cliché so you guys know I couldn't help myself...

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"Nutella"

Merda. When I walk into the kitchen, tossing my keys onto the counter, the first thing I see is the bottom of Rosalyn's round ass peaking out from the edge of a short dress as she bends over the oven.

I've been home for all of three seconds and my cazzo already wants to be inside her. Cristo.

"Dolcezza," I grumble, watching the way she jumps a little, surprised, spinning around and dropping a tray of cupcakes onto the island with a clatter.

A sweet pink blush travels up her neck and paints her soft cheeks, and she gives me one of her small, shy smiles that makes my heart beat a little faster. "Hey, you," she breathes. I love the way her gaze travels over me like I'm the best thing she's seen all day.

Her hazel eyes widen as I make my way over to her, grabbing her waist and pushing her back against the fridge. She looks up at me, her breaths becoming shallow and her small hands pressing lightly into my chest. "Tell me," I mumble into her ear, "that you did not wear this dress in public."

She giggles, biting her lip and leaning forward into me so her tits strain against my chest. I press my hips into hers, nailing her against the cold stainless steel behind her, and she stifles a moan when she feels how I'm already getting hard for her. "I was wearing leggings earlier," she promises, and I know that bright look in her eyes means she wants me to do things to her. Minchia, the things I could do to her.

I bend down to capture her full lips and she threads her fingers into my hair, tugging herself closer to me. I fucking love the way she grips tightly at my hair as I devour her mouth, sliding my tongue against hers and drawing soft whimpers from her.

We've been together almost a year now and every time I kiss her it's as exhilarating as the first. I could never, ever grow tired of this woman, of the way she tastes, the sounds she makes, of the way she relaxes into my arms or fits so perfectly against me.

It's like she's made for me, and she's all mine. Sometimes I still have a hard time believing it.

When I pull away so we can catch our breath, she tucks her head into the crook of my shoulder, inhaling a little. I chuckle. She once told me, embarrassed, that she loves the way I smell. Every now and then I notice her taking a whiff of me and it's fucking adorable.

"I got off work a little early today," she says against my neck. "I made your favourite chicken. Everything's on the stove."

What did you ever do to deserve her?

I hold her face in my hands, give her a crooked grin that earns me a breathtaking smile. "I can think of a few ways to thank you after dinner."

She shivers against me from the dark promise in my low voice before a familiar, mischievous look slides across her face. She slips out of my grasp and says, "If you mean you're gonna do the dishes then I graciously accept."

She likes teasing me and it's frustrating but hot as fuck. God knows I would do a house-full of dishes if it made her happy.

I help her spoon out a couple plates and she tells me about her day as we eat, and I tell her about mine. Nothing exciting, nothing really interesting. I could talk to Rosalyn about paint drying on a wall and I know we'd still enjoy ourselves.

Afterwards, I wash and scrub plates and pots as promised while she pipes dark, rich Nutella frosting onto small chocolate-hazelnut cakes.

Also my favourite. I remember her asking me just after we started dating, completely serious, what kind of cupcakes I like the most. A smile tugs at the edge of my mouth thinking about it.

I had pushed her onto the bed and trailed my fingers up her thigh and asked if I seem like the kinda guy to have a favourite type of cupcake. Before my crazy, beautiful neighbor started baking for me I'd probably never even thought of the word 'cupcake' in years.

And just before I slipped two fingers into her, she mumbled something silly about how everyone has a favourite cupcake.

I fucked her with my fingers until her eyes rolled back in her head and told her to stop saying 'cupcake' or else my dick would fall off, emasculated.

Eventually, though, when she had her lips wrapped tight around my cock, looking right into my eyes and sucking it like a damn popsicle, I confessed that I fucking love Nutella.

"What are you smiling about?" she giggles, bringing me back from my thoughts that were becoming progressively lewder by the second. Her laugh is musical and it lights up the room, every single time.

I dry my hands with a clean rag and walk closer to her. She sees the look on my face because her breath catches, her eyes sparkle and she tucks her hair distractedly behind her ear, watching me like a hawk.

Leaning against the counter next to her, I dip my hand into the bowl and scoop the thick frosting onto the tip of my finger and bring it to melt inside my mouth. I meet her attentive, curious gaze and admit gruffly, "Carina. I'm thinking about how good you would taste if I licked this frosting off of your entire body."

Her mouth opens, speechless, and my cazzo twitches because she flushes and squeezes her thighs together and I know she's wet for me.

And so we end up in our bedroom, the bowl sitting on the floor next to me while I stand and watch her lay on the bed, stretched out and waiting.

I tug my shirt off and take a second to admire the view, grinning knowingly when her eyes glide over me, across my chest, floating slowly down the trail of dark hair leading to my erection pulsing through my jeans. She swallows, following my fingers as I undo my belt and zipper and then step out of my pants.

"Take off your dress, gioia," I say softly, not asking.

She knows better than to argue, at least not right this moment, because she holds the hem of her ridiculously short dress and pulls it up and off her, tossing it somewhere and watching the expression on my face.

"Fanculo," I curse, raking my eyes across her tight, gorgeous body in the skimpiest, sheerest set of underwear I have ever seen.

She smiles because she knows how much I'm enjoying looking at her. Her dark nipples are hard and straining through the nude, see-through fabric, and her panties barely cover her.

And then she looks at me with the most innocent doe eyes before spreading her legs wide and showing me exactly how wet she is for me underneath that tiny excuse for underwear.

"Porca puttana," I mutter, scrubbing a hand across my face while the other rubs the bulge in my boxers, trying to calm down a little. "Rosalina, you are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." My voice is rough as sandpaper from how aroused I am.

I almost want to forget about the damn frosting and just fuck her right now. But actually, running my tongue across every inch of her sounds pretty good too.

I pick up the bowl and stalk towards her, no patience left. She clenches her legs back together and I rest the bowl beside her head, settling myself on top of her.

I watch her carefully as I run a finger slowly beneath one of her full breasts, tracing the wire of her bra. "This is so sexy, amore mio but I want you naked for me," I mumble into her ear. She reaches behind her for the clasp as I slide down the length of her, my lips grazing the smooth, soft skin of her slender stomach before I settle between her parted thighs.

Her chest rises and falls and when the bra slips off, exposing the stiff tips of her breasts to the air, she sighs and I reach up to tease a dusky nipple beneath my thumb. She shudders from my slightest touch and I smirk against the inside of her thigh.

I slip my fingers beneath the scrap of fabric below her hipbone and slide her panties off swiftly, holding her thighs and looking hungrily at the glistening space between them. I let my warm breath fall teasingly onto her swollen clit before pulling away, chuckling, maybe just a little cruelly, when I hear her short whimper.

I stick a couple fingers into the cool, thick icing and trace a line from between her heaving breasts down past her navel, ending just at her shaven pubic bone.

And then I pull myself up to kiss the corner of her lips, her jaw, her neck, holding a wrist with each of my hands to stop her squirming as my mouth licks the sticky dark paste off her smooth, tanned skin. She trembles and writhes beneath my tongue, and when I'm finished with the first trail, I scoop up a generous amount and softly place a mound onto each of her taut nipples.

"Nero," she moans, and then once my hot mouth begins to suck the frosting off her sensitive breasts, tracing circles and biting into her flesh just enough to leave small marks, she stops saying anything intelligible and instead arches into me, trying to gain some friction by rocking her hips and sliding her wet core against my thigh.

I swear against her stomach, because there's only so much more of this torture either of us can take. I grab one last heap of the frosting and begin at her calf, trailing a line up the curve of her shin, behind her knee, up the inside of her thigh. I hold her hips to keep her in place while one of her hands fists the sheets and the other sifts through my hair.

"Hurry up, Nero," she whispers, tugging at the top of my head. "I need you."

She sounds so needy and helpless so I do what she asks, I hurry the fuck up and quickly devour the sweetness off her soft skin and then tightly grip the underside of her thighs, not hesitating before I press my mouth onto her, licking and sucking at the slick flesh between her legs, breathing in the heavy, addictive scent of her.

She is fucking dripping for me and she shamelessly pushes herself closer to my face. While I use my mouth and lips and tongue on the outside of her, just how she likes it, I slide one finger, then another into her wetness and she cries out, meeting each thrust of my fingers with a thrust of her hips.

I know she's close from the ways she's twisting and panting and swearing softly with whatever breath she has left, and my cock rubs into mattress beneath us, so fucking hard, and then she finally tightens around my fingers, letting out a strangled gasp. There's a flash of heat and more swearing and I don't stop flicking my tongue across her until I know the last waves of her orgasm have completely faded.

When I pull away, she looks so tired and weak, sweaty and sticky, a smile of utter satisfaction stretching lazily across her lips.

I hover over her and tilt her face towards me, cover her mouth with mine, the perfect, dirty taste of her coating both our lips. Against her cheek I grumble, "Your fica tastes way fucking better than Nutella, cuore mio."

And just when I thought she was a little too spent to do anything else, she starts clawing at my boxers and I waste no time stripping them away.

She reaches for me and I hold her and kiss her, deep and slow, and soon she's wrapping her legs around me, and my cock brushes against her where she's already soaked for me again, and she whispers, "Just fuck me already, Nero," and oh, fanculo, I do.

She is as soft and wet and tight as always, and I fuck her rough and hard the way she asks me to, loving the way she digs her nails into my back, how her lips fall away from our messy kiss because she's too busy cursing my name.

And when we come together, when I feel her spasming around me and I empty myself into her, she whispers, "I love you, Nero," into my sweaty shoulder and I breathe, "Ti amo, Rosalina," against her hair, and she holds my black heart in her soft hands, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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A/N:

Might be my favourite thing I've ever written 😭❤️

An important note: I updated the rules for what I previously called the end-of-book bonus chapter contest.

Originally, I said I would re-write chapters in Nero's POV if we got enough people answering those feedback questions. It didn't seem too popular so I left the questions as an option but have removed the bonus chapter contest.

Do not worry! Instead, I plan to write a few more bonus one-shots like these for special occasions and the like, because let's face it, new scenes between these two are just so much better than old ones... ❤️

Let me know how you guys are feeling about it.

(I have not forgotten my readers who want weddings and babies. Who knows...?

XOXO Ami