A LOVE WRITTEN IN ERROR

CHAPTER 7: JULIET'S HEART

Somewhere behind Juliet, a chair scraped against the floor, her fingers curled at her side.

She did not turn, but she knew... Something had shifted. The air tightened, heavy and expectant, the thought of being inside of these walls, they were holding their breath. Like it was an intermission before something happened far worse.

"I'm tired.." Juliet said. She go upstairs. Letting her mother finish what she started.

The evening comes after the dinner. A maid whispered to Juliet that the wounded maid and the child go home safely, her mother ordered her to give her medicine for pain relief and pay her for 20 non-working days. Juliet's finally felt relieve.

She walked back to her room and dove into her studies. The space was adorned with pink and white roses on the balcony, creating a lovely atmosphere. Inside, there were 20 huge bookshelves and a dedicated study table. In one corner, she had her own bathroom, and laundry area, along with a cozy queen-sized bed in her bed room. People in the mansion knew her routine.

They are fully aware that she didn't want to be disturbed during this time.

Romeo Mondragon moved through the north district with a quiet determination. He steered clear of the bustling main streets, opting instead for the narrow alleys that snaked between the old buildings. The rain had slicked the stones, making them dark and shiny, and the chill in the air wrapped around him like a cloak, but he embraced it. It kept his mind sharp and his senses heightened. He made his way to the small bridge where he had arranged to meet Juliet in secret.

Juliet waited there, cloaked in a dark red fabric that hid most of her features. Even in the dim light, he recognized the curve of her jaw, the slope of her shoulders, the subtle tension in her stance. She was poised, controlled, and yet… there was a softness about her that only he could see, and to her familiar scent.

“You came,” she whispered as he approached.

“I always come,” he replied.

The old building where they are secretly met was built centuries ago. And now the two of them seems like the new owner of this.

Romeo kisses her with unstoppable breath. He wanted to take her home, but it should not be. Good things is the area has a safest room for their love making.

"Last night.. you were still a virgin.. And I take that.. I should marry you.."

"Marry me in bed" Juliet said.

"I'm serious..."

"I know"

Romeo stand back, he removed his cloak and gently lifted Juliet onto the bed he had prepared the night before. The old bed, made of stone, was adorned with thick, soft fabrics and surrounded by vibrant red flowers. It was a beautiful testament for their intimate moment they shared, like a honeymoon for a hot first night of a newly wed couple.

Juliet initiate to remove all of her clothing as she stood in front of Romeo, seems like she is ready... "I'm your's"

"Oh.. Juliet you.." He stopped as Juliet started to kissed him. Her naked body is now slowly attach into him.

Romeo felt himself blushing, he didn't expect that Juliet would be so hot and horny. He started to remove his clothes while Juliet was kissing him. He placed his sword and gun at the table before Juliet opened the zipper below.

Just like the heat that Juliet feels. The rain pours down relentless from the heavy clouds. Outside, the cold felt like biting, but within this walls of old building, only warmth wraps for the two people whos in love.

"Lets forget first the outside world.." Juliet reminded him. As he pushed Romeo in bed.

"Hold it" Juliet said, and as she drawn his hand to touched her breast.

"Do I ..."

"Kiss it." she urged him.

Romeo has no other choices but to follow what she wanted. So Romeo gently massaged her small breast and was about to kiss her n*****s but he insisted. "Juliet.. you are still 18.."

"I don't care.. age doesn't matter" Juliet said. Starring at him like a crocodile who likes to eat him as whole.

Romeo remained stunned for a moment.

"Eat me.. or I will eat you.." Juliet added. Her threatening words, that full of lust. She knows that she is not fit for this kind of thing, marriage first must be done, but her heart was already taken by Romeo, even from the start when she first saw him.

"Promised I will not hurt you..." Romeo said.

Romeo gently bit her n*****s in a careful way, it added lust to Juliet's feeling. Although she was still young, she was already looking for this kind of pleasure in her body.

Later on.. Romeo's kisses crawled from her chest up to her neck. Juliet felt so happy, like she already visualized that she had gradually reached the peak.

Their palms were united, as if they were fighting for the same thing. Holding hands together, like they are willing to do anything, just to get what they wanted.

"Ahh" Juliet moaned a little louder.

Romeo pushed it gently to her. The whole hardened D was getting inside of her. He shut her mouth by covering through his palm. Juliet eyes widened when she finally felt it. It's a really a big D. For the second time, it hurts but the more he push and pull it, the more juicy wet she release too.

Romeo place her left legs on his waist. Then he rides it on. Start from slow movement, now became faster. Juliet almost cried, moaning.. screaming.. moaning..calling his name..

"You want this huh..?!" Romeo whispered in her ear.

Catching his breath while Juliet breasts are swinging beneath him.

"Ahhumm.." Juliet moan.

Both of their hearts know exactly what could happen if anyone discovers their complicated relationship. The question is, are they both prepared to face it?

After the love making, Juliet standing with him in the small bridge, like a vine tree lying on his arms. Both of them are already wearing their clothes, covering with their thick cloak.

Romeo hugged her closedly then he asked, “Do you ever doubt it?”

She looked down at the river below, its dark waters swirling silently under the bridge.

“Every moment,” she admitted. “Every hour. Every time I imagine the northern army is looking for me here. Every time I imagine what my family would say if they knew I walked alone into danger.”

“And yet you are here,” he said, stepping closer. “The south cannot hold you, and the north cannot stop me. For a few stolen moments, we are beyond from their control.”

Juliet’s eyes met his, as if in searching for something daring answers.

"And what happens after these stolen moments, Romeo? The ceasefire lasts only as long as the city allows. Therona will not forgive disobedience.”

Romeo’s hand hovered near hers, unsure if he should reach out or hold back. “Then we must be careful,” he said softly. “But I will not let the city’s hatred rule me completely. Not when you are here.”

She hesitated, and for that moment, their faces were close enough “Do you always speak so… recklessly?” she asked, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion.

“I speak honestly,” he said, letting his fingers brush hers. The contact was fleeting but it's like an electric, that spark against the cold night. “And you… you do not speak enough.”

Juliet laughed without a sound, only her breath.

"I have learned many ideas from silence,” she said. “It keeps me safe. It keeps my family intact. It keeps me alive. But with you… I feel as though I could speak, and still survive.”

Romeo smiled faintly, a mixture of relief. “Then speak Juliet. Say whatever you must.”