((Warning: Smut alert [should I really be putting up these alerts though? 🤔 idk]))

Our lips, hungrier and greedier than before, meet again. Our hands explore every inch of each other.

I can't tell if it's because we didn't have the chance to get close during these fourteen days or if it's because we didn't see each other in the last four days. Maybe both combined or perhaps something else entirely.

Whatever the reason, every touch feels more exhilarating. We're more ravenous. Wild and uncontrolled desire takes hold of our minds, driving us to the very peak of insanity.

A reckless urge, an untamed carnal desire.

Elio finds the hem of my shirt, and we break our fervid make-out to get rid of it. His black shirt joins mine on the floor, not a beat later.

Like magnets, our lips find one another again.

So damn succulent and soft. Addictive. Vehement.

His hands latch to the back of my thighs. I jump and wrap my legs around his defined torso. He carries me to his bed, laying me on the soft mattress. His intoxicating scent surrounds and overwhelms me. Dazed, I can't see or think about anything except Elio and our torrid moment.

He hovers over me. I drink up his imposing physique. Tracing his beautiful tattoos with my gaze, the lines of his rigid muscles, the sharp angles of his face, and his deep chestnut eyes clouded with lust and need.

Before the world completely evaporates, I stop him from kissing me again. "We can't."

With furrowed brows, he echoes with uncertainty, "We can't?"

I nod. "There are people around... what if they hear?"

A mischievous smirk curls his lips. "I don't see what the problem is with that."

I pout, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"Fine." He kisses my cheek before grabbing the phone from the nightstand.

I watch him intently as he speaks Italian.

It's hard to tell if my sex-deprived brain is playing tricks on me or if Elio truly is as exquisitely alluring and attractive as my mind perceives him.

His palm protectively stays on my upper thigh. The warmth seeping into my skin electrifies my senses, sending tendrils of pleasure to my core and tingling it.

He hangs up and tosses the phone to the nightstand. "Done." Climbing on top of me, he leans to me. "Any other demands, tesorino?"

Heat creeps to my cheeks as his gaze bores into me. How he looks at me makes me feel like he can see through every wall and barrier and scrutinize my bare soul.

"I'm not on birth control."

"We'll get to that tomorrow," he grunts and kisses under my jawline.

My breath hitches as my hands land on his toned shoulders.

"Anything else?" His lips brush the shell of my ear. I shiver and shake my head. He pecks my earlobe, making me gasp. "What did I tell you about answering me?" he gruffly asks.

"Words," I breathe out. "Always use words."

"Good girl," he murmurs and seals his lips with mine, kissing me deeply, passionately.

My body thrums with need. I lock my legs around Elio, pulling him closer to me. He groans as his hard shaft rubs against me.

My body grows hot, smoldering desire driving me senseless.

I undo his trousers. Taking it as his cue, he gets rid of his before sliding off my jeans and throwing them aside.

Our underwear follows suit. I take a moment to admire his naked form. My insides clench, and before I can stop myself, I pull him down and kiss him hard.

He groans, his expert fingers playing with my hardened nipples, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure down my spine. His lips devour mine. His tongue glides with mine.

Placing himself between my legs, his hard and ready cock rubs against my belly. The ache between my thighs intensifies.

Trailing, hot, sloppy kisses along the length of my neck, collarbone, and down to my breast, he grazes his teeth on my sweet spot. I whimper in pleasure, my fingers clutching his shoulders tighter.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach and chest as my heart races. Elio grazes the spot above my nipple with his teeth, raising goosebumps all over my skin. His mouth latches over my nipple, lightly sucking on it before lapping his tongue at it.

I moan, my fingers running through his hair. He roughly sucks the side of my other breast, biting before soothing it with his tongue, drawing a surprised whimper from me.

Open-mouthed kisses down my cleavage, Elio moves southward to my stomach, leaving my body aching for more.

Never breaking eye contact, he lays a gentle kiss on the back of my knee. My core clenches, and I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet.

Dragging his soft, swollen lips from the side of my knee to my inner thigh, softly nipping and kissing as he goes, fuels my already raging need for him.

I moan, clutching the pillow and covers with my hands. His fingers coil around my other thigh as he dips between my legs.

His dark eyes hold me captive. My heart beats hard and fast.

Ever so lightly, he brushes his lips over my slick folds. My hips buck up, and a devilish glint lights up his face. He kisses my inner thighs, making me squirm.

"Elio, please," I whimper, my head spinning with my buzzing senses.

At last, he ends my misery; his mouth attaches to my clit, lightly sucking and twirling his tongue around the nub.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I moan loudly.

I feel him smirk against me before his tongue gets to work, flitting my slick folds, swirling around the sensitive nerve ending, and washing me in waves of pleasure.

My core clenches as my muscles slowly tighten with the familiar sweet pressure. My breathing grows heavier, my whimpers and moans increase, and just as I near the edge, he stops.

I whine and mewl, "Elio."

With his eyes brimming with lust, he crawls on top of me. "This time, you're finishing with me inside you," he says in a deep, gruff voice, making my insides clench.

From the nightstand's drawer, he fishes out a packet and rips it open with his teeth, pulling out the condom.

I prop myself up and gingerly ask, "Can I?"

Wordlessly, he hands the condom to me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches me intently.

Tentative, I first run my hand up and down his girthy length, lightly brushing my fingers over his tip. His breathing grows heavier. I hold his gaze through my lashes as I roll down the condom and gently stroke him.

He cups my cheek, crashing his lips on mine in a dominating kiss, and I give in to him gladly, lightly moving my hand along his shaft.

With a groan, he grabs my wrists in one hand and presses me to the bed. His hot, ragged breathing falls on my flushed skin.

Elio holds himself up with his arms planted on either side of me. "At any point, if you change your mind, you can tell me to stop, okay?"

"It won't get to that, but okay." I brush my lips against his, touching his cheek and holding his intense gaze.

His long fingers furl around my hand, his eyes fluttering shut as he plants a long searing kiss on the inside of my wrist.

My breath hitches, and my heart skips a beat as I study him. His beautiful, dark, long lashes, high cheekbones, and defined jawline.

My insides turn warm and mushy, and it has absolutely nothing to do with my body craving him.

Something insanely intimate exists in this simple act. Once his eyes reopen and find mine, he gazes at me with a fierce passion, an ardent emotion I'm scared of identifying. Still, it's bright and intensely burning in his eyes.

At last, ever so slowly, he groans, a deep throaty sound, as he pushes himself into me. A moan slips from me. My eyes roll back the further he pushes himself into me, stretching me in the most pleasurable way possible.

His hand snakes under my head and our lips lock in a slow, impassioned kiss.

Unhurriedly, he pulls back only to deliberately push back in.

My fingers dig into his shoulder blades as surges of intense pleasure wash over my body; I lock my ankles around him, keeping him close to me.

Resting his forehead on mine, our breaths mingling, he settles with a steady pace, thrusting in and out. Our naked bodies rub against each other with his movements.

An amorous, sensual reaction sparks up in me, arousing feelings of pleasure and everything I've been lacking my entire life.

Gradually, he picks up his pace, quickening his thrusts. My whimpers and moans grow louder. Each time he hits a spot deep in me, my toes curl. The way our bodies move against each other feels so damn right. My muscles tighten with the building pressure in my core.

The room fills with our heavy breathing.

I capture his lips in a kiss, which he gladly returns fervently.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Tesoro," he groans next to my ear, and I shiver.

"Elio," I moan, his deep voice igniting a wilder desire in me. My fingers tug lightly on his hair as his stay splayed on the back of my head, keeping my lips less than an inch away from him.

He kisses me roughly, picking up his pace, pumping in and out of me, each thrust harder and faster than before.

I whimper and moan uncontrollably as I writhe under him. Jolts of pleasure shoot through my veins, adding to the tension in my muscles. "Don't stop," I gasp, fingers raking down his back.

He groans and goes faster. My legs quiver around him, my body seizes, and my whimpers and mewls grow louder, uncontrolled, and incoherent.

He sucks my neck. His lips brush my earlobe as he gruffly says, "Cum for me, tesorino."

The next hard thrust pushes me over the edge.

A paroxysm of exquisite pleasure bursts in me. I scream his name as I cum hard, the orgasm ripping through me. My entire body shakes as I cling to him, pulsing around him.

Pulling me closer to himself, his thrusts become urgent and erratic; he grunts, "Fuck, Cerise." He shudders, a deep, throaty groan escaping him as he reaches his peak and stops after a few more thrusts.

He barely holds himself upright to not crush me underneath him.

Our heavy breathing mingles in the room. A blissful serenity settles over my dazed mind as my limbs turn weak and limp.

He kisses me lightly on the lips.

"That was incredible," I breathe out.

"You were incredible, tesorino."

My eyes flutter open, heat rushing to my flushed cheeks, and I shyly smile.

A wide grin stretches across his face as he falls on the bed, pulling the covers over our bodies.

I nibble my bottom lip as reality slowly trickles back to my senses, and the contentment dissolves. "Gia was supposed to arrange a car to take me back. Can you do that for me instead?" I ask quietly after a long moment.

Elio's head whirls to me, disappointment flashing across his features, wiping off the smile playing on his face. "You want to leave?"

No. I gulp and lift a shoulder, gazing up at the ceiling as my fingers fidget. "Uh... it's your place, and I'm supposed to stay at the other house, and um..." my voice trails down.

Technically, I can't ask if he lets the women he sleeps with stay over or not. I ignore the sharp twinge in my heart and harshly remind myself I'm just like every other fifty women he's been with.

"You can stay if you want," he quietly offers.

From the corner of my eye, I glance at him to discern if he's offering out of politeness or if he means it. Our eyes meet, and he opens and closes his mouth two times before adding in a smaller voice, "I want you to stay over for the night."

My heart does a stupid backflip, fluttering at his words as my breath catches in my throat. I look away and bite my lip. "I don't have anything to wear," I mumble to hide the unexplainable relief and happiness blooming in me.

Maybe he's like this with everyone? Yes, that makes sense. Don't misunderstand him and his ways over small, stupid things, for god's sake!

A smirk curls his lips as he rolls to his side and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You can wear my stuff for the night... or nothing at all."

Despite myself, a giggle bubbles out of me, and I shake my head. "Such a generous offer."

He chuckles and pulls me to himself. "Did I mention I like the latter better?" he huskily says, nuzzling his nose against my neck.

"Perv," I giggle, and even though I know it's a dangerous game, I still snuggle up to him. His arms wrap around me, securing me against him. "Can we stay like this a bit longer?" I ask quietly, my voice barely audible.

"As long as you want, Tesoro mio," he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

At last, my body relaxes, and I nestle my head in the nook of his neck. His fingers languidly draw up and down my bare side as exhaustion slowly drives out every other thought, dissolving every filter in my mind.

Before I can stop myself, I say, "Please don't hurt me." My voice is hardly a whisper, but he hears it.

His body tenses, and he pulls away to look down at me. "Never." Grabbing my chin, he gazes into my eyes intensely. "Why'd you even think I'd do anything to hurt you?"

I look away and lift a shoulder. "Because everyone does," I quietly answer. "Please don't make me regret trusting you."

"Mio dolce, innocente tesoro," [My sweet, innocent darling] he murmurs, kissing my forehead and lingering long enough to quicken my pulse. "You have no idea how far I'll go to not let anyone hurt you, to keep you safe, even from myself."

My breath hitches as I hold his fervent gaze. Too dazed, my mind fails at grasping what he's implying... nor do I have the energy to mull over it. But I will... later.

Elio's lips find mine in a gentle kiss, and I melt into his touch, craving more once he breaks the kiss.

Long moments of peaceful quiet stream past us as he holds me in his arms, his nimble fingers massaging my scalp. Just as my eyes grow droopy with sleep, Elio's voice clears the fog of sleepiness.

"Were you close to an alcoholic?"

My eyes widen in surprise, and I meet his curious gaze, his brows puckered as he studies me.

"No," I pipe and look away.

"I thought we were past lying to each other," he mumbles, disappointment underlying his tone.

"I'm not lying," I squeak. Gulping noisily from discomfort, I hurriedly add, "He wasn't an alcoholic."

Elio squints with suspicion.

In a vain attempt to lead him in another direction, I quickly explain, "Alcohol, especially whiskey, makes people aggressive, and you know how I feel about violence... also talking with drunks is useless."

He doesn't look convinced and scrutinizes me long enough that I raise a brow and probe, "What?"

He frowns, his fingers tenderly tucking a strand of my wayward auburn hair behind my ear. "Who did this to you, Cerise?"

I hold his scrutiny and play dumb. "Did what?"

His eyes narrow, and he purses his lips. "One day, you will tell me, and when you do, I'll make that man regret the day he was born."

I force a fake breathy laugh. "Sorry to break it to you, but there's no one." I snuggle up to him to hide my face from him.

Elio's arms tighten around my body. "You're a terrible liar, tesorino, but I won't push you. I know you'll tell me whenever you're ready."

I sigh and close my eyes as he kisses the top of my head.

That day won't ever come.

We're enveloped in serene silence, and eventually, a deep slumber invades me.

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