Dear All,

Here is CH.31 as I promised, just I am sorry I didn't deliver it on Sunday as promised, but when I reviewed it, I began to fix a few things and you know very well how it goes with me and writing. I'm a bit obsessed with details and describing.

This is the last chapter basically, before the Epilogue that is pretty much done and that should be posted tomorrow or Wednesday at the latest.

You will see how physical and intense this chapter is, but I am sure you will understand the need of it, for Roman and Enna had quite the story behind them and had been separated for long time, before being reunited forever. Please note that this chapter follows the previous one when Roman finally comes back to Enna, having a gap of three years in between.

It is never easy to complete a story, for each one is unique and deserves its own particular ending, like "Fallen for an Angel". I believe you will understand what I mean by reading this chapter and I really hope you will enjoy it, so please let me know with your comments, votes and messages. THANK YOU!

Thank you very much for your support and loved showed to this book and please wait for the Epilogue that will nicely conclude their story.

It took me time to complete this chapter because I had to find the right mindset and disposition, wanting to be true to my characters, their emotions, and I think I did. Tell me what you think of it.

The song I chose goes very well with certain scenes in here and you'll definitely agree, I am sure of it. The picture is a banner a dear friend of mine once made for me and I would like to dedicate this chapter to everyone enjoying this story, in particular to AddictedToSmut, as I promised you my dear, because I believe you'll definitely enjoy it.

P.s. The chapter is long, but well, no need to warn you about this :-)

And now, enjoy the new chapter.

ENNA POV - THREE YEARS LATER, DUBLIN:

Almost four years passed since that dreadful night when Priya had been brutally murdered in front of my eyes, her blood spilling down her throat and her body sagging slowly on the ground as the life abandoned her. Almost four years passed since that day in Kiev when that monster called Ruslan had killed Cillian, still in front of my eyes, for then threatening me of using me as his own sexual slave. I remembered clearly how I never felt real, panicking fear as that revolting man uttered those words, knowing I would rather kill myself than let him touch me. I also trusted my Roman with my whole soul, mind, heart and body, and he would have never let me perish there.

Almost four passed since that night when my love fought with a knife against that man, risking his life, being shot to save his boss, doing everything in his power to protect me and rescue me. I would never ever forget that night, as I witnessed Roman going against Ruslan with his bare hands and just a knife, inherent and in the dreadful, maddening impossibility of doing anything. I would never forget how I could barely breathe, afraid that monster would hurt him or kill him, but it was all gone.

I was drowning in terror, terror that he might die, but then I remembered his words, his promise made to me and the fact he indeed had come to rescue me.

Yes...he arrived and saved me, killing those monsters and killing that man with his own hands, putting an end to that nightmare.

Years passed, yet, I still dreamed of those two horrible days and a few times I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. It happened the first months after coming back from Kiev, sleeping alone in bed, desperately waiting for Roman to be back. It was terrible and I couldn't sleep for many nights, for weeks, since I feared of what I would find out once waking up, as I drowned in panic that something might still happen to my love. But he came back and since then, nothing happened, since then our life together was like a dream and sleeping in his arms helped in chasing the nightmares away.

Well, it eased them down, for I would never forget how my two dearest friends died.

I stared at Priya's grave and I felt tears in my eyes while looking at the picture on it, at her beautiful and radiant smile, at her cheeky eyes and I missed her more than words could ever explain. A strong, firm arm went around my shoulders pulling me against a solid and unfaltering body, warm lips softly touching my cheek. My Roman also wanted to visit her burial place and he had brought a bunch of white, dark pink and deep orange lilies, her favourite flowers and colours; he silently stood beside me, holding me strongly as many emotions threaten to break me into tears, and then he let go a moment only to arrange the flowers inside the vase on the grave. His gesture touched me deeply and I couldn't stop my silent crying, knowing that Priya and Roman would have liked each other.

He moved in front of me and kissed each of my eye and my quiet tears, for then very delicately touching my lips with his.

"I'm here with you, my angel," he said with unwavering voice, never really letting go of his accent, something that I loved. He was the most strong and unfaltering presence in my life, for only he understood completely and only he could comprehend what happened to me, to us, and why I needed this closeness to him. Why I couldn't stay away from him more than a few hours.

"I know and I'm sorry for still crying every time we visit her, but I just miss my friend so much, and even if almost four years passed, it still feels like yesterday...I miss her," I whispered out and he let his arms embrace me, as if meaning to shield me from the entire world and pain.

"Do not say you're sorry." He kissed my forehead and held me tighter against him. "I always thought if there was anything in my power to avoid this and I should have told you immediately about Cillian's involvement, but I still believe that something might have happened anyway. He was far too involved and he was going to bring upon you all sooner or later. The only thing I could have done was killing him, but he was your friend and I didn't have in me to issue that kind of pain."

Roman had already confessed me those thoughts a long time ago and somehow, I came to comprehend why he had reasoned in such way, knowing his nature and way of thinking and acting. Being fully aware of the love he felt for me and his need to protect me.

"I know, my love," I only murmured, because we had already discussed and said everything about that.

"Forgive me for bringing this up. He is dead and nothing can bring them back."

"You're right, and you telling me earlier about Cillian would have changed nothing," I replied shaking my head, knowing the truth of it, because I had gone over that so many times I had lost the count of it, almost driving myself crazy. Telling Priya about him was not the solution, because I knew my friend and she would have tried everything in her power to stop him or make him change his mind, still putting her in danger. "I just miss her very much and I think you two would be good friends."

"She surely was a very good friend," he said as he pulled back to look at me, his lips tilting up in a reassuring and warm smile. "Do not wear yourself out thinking over everything. Cillian was the one that brought all of this upon your friend and himself. He should have never gotten involved with those people. He is dead and I will always feel sorry for your loss, I will always be beside you and be with you when you decide to visit his grave. But my feelings toward him will never change."

I swallowed down at the hard tone of his voice, because Roman had never forgiven my old friend, visiting his grave with me only out of respect for my feelings and only to support me, just as he confirmed a moment ago. I respected his feelings and the way he felt toward Cillian and deeply inside of my heart, I understood him very well. I loved the fact Roman and I had always completely sincere with each other, never hiding anything or never faking emotions for fear of having the other not understanding. We had been completely open and honest with each other since we met and it was never going to change. He knew me better than anyone else, for he knew everything about me, even the darkest and most hidden shadows.

It took me very long time before I could work out the will to visit the place where Cillian was buried and the first time I did it, no tears fell down. I was mad at him, still angry at his betrayal and at what he had caused, at what he might have caused to all of us. I was really angry and I felt betrayed to a point that it almost physically hurt, but then time passed and I had mixed emotions, for I felt unfair for still harbouring such hard feelings and resentment for a friend that had been mercilessly killed and because I missed him. I was mad at myself, thinking I could've acted or done something different to prevent it. But Roman was right: they were dead and nothing would bring them back.

Their deaths somehow broke something inside of me, in my heart, and if it weren't for Roman being always beside me, I doubted it would have been slowly mended, even if always remaining slightly chipped. Their loss would always be there and this thought also made me open my eyes even more toward my conflicting and chaotic emotions regarding Cillian.

He made a mistake and who does not? But the truth was that his mistake had cost his life and the life of Priya, which I could never forget. His mistake got me almost killed as I was kidnapped and it endangered Roman. However, I still missed him and I wished I had to chance to talk to him and understand why he did that, why he sided with those people, dealing with drugs and much more...why he never understood what manipulative, sadistic monsters that man and that woman were. He had been deceived and apparently, jealousy had completely blinded his mind. If only he had realised that earlier, instead of his last minutes of life.

"I'm glad you killed that man," I murmured out so quietly that I wasn't sure Roman heard me, but he did and I could see it by the way his eyes darkened remembering those moments.

"I only regret killing him that quickly. I wanted to make him pay as he deserved for having kidnapped you." I inched closer to him resting my head on his chest, my arms going around his back, and he pulled me once more into his shielding embrace. "He had involved you and he had dared to touch you, even if he never managed to do what his fucked up mind wished to. He thought that having you in his hands would have weakened me. It only made me want to kill him even more." Roman's arms circled me stronger and after a few seconds he pulled away. "Let us not talk about this here, yes? We are here to visit your friends."

"Yes, my love. You're right." I smiled at him and once more he kissed my lips in such tender way that I felt different tears forming in my eyes.

We remained a bit longer in front of Priya's grave and after that, I quickly visited Cillian and a different sort of pain gripped at my heart. Roman perceived it and after a few seconds we left, walking to the other side of the cemetery, where my mother was buried. My love had also brought flowers for her, for we had already visited her a few times and each time I looked at her picture, I felt certain of the fact she would have loved my Roman, just like my dad and sister did.

"Hi mum," I whispered as I stopped in front of the tombstone, carefully caressing the picture and cleaning it from any dust with my hand. "Roman and I came to see you a moment and we have your favourite flowers, but I can see that dad brought some, too." My love stood beside me and he then helped in adjusting the flowers, intently observing the picture for a few seconds.

"You really resemble her, Enna. She looked beautiful."

"Yes, she was beautiful and she was so loving and caring." I halted my words, because each time I visited her grave my emotions took over me, so I took a deep breath and tried to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. "We all miss her, my father misses her every day just like us and I know he had never been able to see another woman." Something my sister and I were very grateful of, even if we would have accepted it, but my father loved her deeply and confessed us how he could have never looked or thought about another woman in the same way. He had no need for that, for he had us. Ciara and I had been very lucky in terms of family.

"After hearing you and your father talking about her, after seeing the pictures of you all together, I understand why you miss your mother." His words struck me deeply and he didn't miss it, for he walked behind me, his arms snaking around me and pulling tightly against his solid body. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt his lips smiling on my cheek. "I never understood what it meant having a family or parents and I never desired for one; yet, when I see you with your father and sister, I am glad they accepted our love and that they welcomed me." I turned around in his arms and faced him, locking my eyes with his breathtaking green jewels.

Those eyes...they would never cease the power they held on me, the way they made me feel whenever stopping on me, whenever holding my gaze in such intense and compelling way.

"I love you, Roman, I love you so much," I tiptoed and kissed his lips softly and he responded in the same gentle way.

"And I love you, my angel." He took my hand and we both faced my mother's tombstone. "I promise to always take care of Enna, to always protect him and always love him with all my heart, but you know this already."

He pressed a kiss on the ring he bought for me a year ago and that I wore where the wedding ring should be, even if we were not married. Roman had told me he wanted to spend his entire life with me and that he considered us bound beyond mortal ties, saying we would always be together. We couldn't get married in Ireland yet, but who knew in the future? And when he asked me if I wanted to be his forever I simply said yes, for I already completely belonged to him. The following day I went to purchase the same exact ring for him, a simple yet elegant band of white gold, and we decided to engrave our names in them.

We weren't legally married, nor did we express any official oath in front of witnesses, for we didn't need it. We already felt bond in the deepest and purest way. Nothing and nobody could have possibly separated us and we knew that and for that reason, as Roman spoke those words in front of my mother's grave, I felt like melting at the meaning they carried and I did the same, gently kissing the ring he wore.

We stayed there in complete silent, me buried in his strong arms, for long time, until the dark light of the late afternoon had completely wrapped around the cemetery, the sky black and cold showing the first stars. We said good-bye to her and walked home, where we cooked dinner together, a simple and so common thing that always filled me with immense joy, because each of those small and daily moments reminded me of how incredible my life with Roman was, of what we had risked to lose and what we had survived.

Living with my Roman, my love and my soul-mate, was all I could ask for and there was nothing more I desired.

ROMAN POV – DAYS LATER:

I woke up before Enna, but I stayed in bed simply listening to his quiet breathing and letting my arm go around his sinuous and sensual back, smiling at seeing how he instinctively pulled closer to me even in his sleep. So, I kept there, only looking at my angel sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed in a real serene and calm expression, his lips slightly parted and his long hair cascading around his naked shoulders and pillow. I moved closer to softly kiss his forehead, careful to not waking him up and then lay back on my side, enjoying the view.

After leaving my old world, often I raised earlier than him at morning and I lay in bed staring at him, almost incredulous. At the very beginning, Enna always wrapped his arms tightly around me in his sleep, probably afraid something would take me away from him. I loved that and, even if he relaxed and somehow lost part of those fears, he would still always touch me in his slumber. My angel...my beautiful and sweet and incredible angel. The way he welcomed me in his family and the way he began to take care of me was something that I would never be able to properly explain. Also his father and sister made me feel part of their family and it wasn't an act to merely please Enna. It was sincere and genuine, and I slowly became much attached to them, respecting Eamon more and more, while Ciara was like a younger sister.

The whole situation and their welcome left a soft and warm feeling in my heart that made me smile whenever I thought about it. Enna's love was what mostly touched me and changed me. He gave me his utmost attention and his entire heart and, on my part, I tried to give him all I could and all that was in my power to attain. He already was the only holder and owner of my heart and soul, given they belonged to him since the first time we met, since the first time my eyes felt captured by his alluring ones and since the first time we made love.

My angel, my Enna...I would give him the world, if only he let me; but my soul-mate only wanted myself. I felt a smile forming on my lips, and my hand softly caressed the loose strands of his hair.

He slightly stirred and slipped closer to me, snuggling his head in the small of my shoulder, letting one arm go around my waist and pushing me on my back. One of his very sensual legs laced around mine and I took a deep breath. He could rouse my desire for him without any effort and after my coming back, for the first months we made love every single day. We haven't strayed far from that, but obviously, we had days where we would simply relish in each other's presence on the couch, in each other's arms, especially after a long day of work for my angel.

He murmured something I couldn't understand and slipped even closer to me, pressing his naked body on mine, as he had a rather dangerously exciting habit: since we began living together, he enjoyed sleeping completely naked beside me and I sure did not complain about it.

Enna was beautiful beyond mere words and I would never get tired of repeating it. We had been apart for almost a year and we went through so much shit that once we finally began our life together normally, I found myself incapable of being away from him for longer than half day and I found myself having become even more protective. It worried me at first, afraid of having become obsessed, but my angel confessed of sharing the same feelings. We had been through a Ukrainian mafia war and Enna in particular suffered the most. He lost much and sometimes, the sad memory of it, of his two slayed friends, clouded his eyes.

In my heart I never forgave Cillian Flannery. My angel understood my feelings and for long time, after being reunited, he couldn't even hear the name of his dead friend, for his feelings were too mixed and too raw. Yet, with time it passed and each year we would visit their graves. I slightly shook my head, thinking that my being extremely protective shouldn't have surprised me. It was a natural reaction after what happened. But it was all over, and it belonged to our past.

"Roman my love," he murmured close to my ear, tickling it with his warm lips. Roman was my second name on the passport, for it was rather common and I couldn't hide my Eastern European accent. Yet, my first name and surname changed. My tempting angel always called me by my real name and I loved the sound of it. He also said he couldn't think of using a different name, because it wouldn't really belong to me and I agreed, for he met me as Roman and I wouldn't like to her any other name spoken by his tempting lips, especially when we made love. My name was the only one he had to moan, cry out, pant and groan in wild, deep pleasure.

"What is it, my angel?"

"Good morning my love," he said with soft voice and I pulled him on top of me, letting my arms snake around his back, my fingers appreciating his soft and smooth skin. His eyes opened, and a smile mixed with sweetness and naughtiness appeared on his sensual lips, lips I never tired of kissing and tasting. He stretched over me like a lazy cat and I was hard in no time. He felt it and smiled even more provokingly, simply staring down at me. "I love waking up beside you." His voice caressed my ears and I rolled us over in a quick move, making him beautifully giggle. "I love you," he said still slightly laughing, his fingers tangled in my hair, a radiant smile on his face.

"And I love you," I replied, staring at his eyes and saying those words as an eternal vow I would repeat over and over.

"Please tell me it's Sunday and I can stay in bed and sleep," he pouted playfully, and I ran my nose over his exposed throat, feeling him hardening under me.

"I don't think I would let you sleep much," I teased him and his body shivered lightly at the tone of my voice. But I pulled back. "I'm afraid today is Friday, my angel. But you have tomorrow off, correct?"

"Yes, you know dad invited us for his birthday, finally giving in and celebrating it with us all. I honestly can't wait to be there and cook all together. It'll be fun."

"I remember." I had purchased something for Eamon, thinking he would appreciate the present. "When do you want to leave? Should we pick Ciara up or will she go alone?"

"Tomorrow morning would be OK for you? And I think we'll need to give Ciara a lift and kick her out of bed, knowing her." He rolled his eyes, because his sister loved to sleep until late during weekends and last time I had to sit in her living room, trying not to laugh at the rather hilarious and definitely not serious fight the siblings had because she had just woken up when we came to get her. They were rather amusing when arguing, because it never involved serious matters. "Will you mind that?"

"Of course not, Enna. Anything you want," I simply replied, and he kissed my chin, seductively wrapping his arms around my neck. We rolled over and after a very deceitful and promising smile he left the bed and quickly walked to the bathroom.

I quietly chuckled as I heard him taking a very quick shower, and I followed him after a few minutes. When I walked back, after having refreshed my face and mouth, he was there entirely naked on our bed, lying on his belly, his feet teasingly swinging in the air, his hair free and cascading over his slender shoulders, his chin resting on one palm, and the forefinger of the other hand beckoned for me to join him there. I discarded my boxers on the floor, the only piece of cloth I was wearing, for I saw no point in keeping them.

He wanted to play and so did I.

We had little time, considered he had to go to his salon, but when my angel was in that mischievous mood, I would never be able to resist him or deny him anything. I sat on the bed in front of him and let my hand sink into his hair, pulling his face a mere breath away from mine. I dropped the bottle of lube taken from the bathroom beside us. The desire was smouldering in his eyes and it rendered my angel even more alluring, more dangerously attractive and in a quick move, I had him lying on the bed with my body pressed on his. His lips let go of a gasp more similar to a moan, given the way he bit his lower lip and tangled his legs with mine, letting me feel how hard he was and shivering realising how hard I was.

We stopped a moment only looking at each other, lost in our eyes, lost in our bond and love, a step away before melting into our desire. Our special pull, the bond of two soul mates, never changed. If anything, it became stronger and we became one thing. Enna knew me entirely; everything about me, my darkest shadows, my thoughts, my emotions, he had seen me killing, and he knew everything of my past. On the other hand, I knew everything about him. I had seen the true angel in him; I had also seen a dark angel in him and it made me fall harder and deeper for Enna.

My fingers played with his lips and one slipped between them, feeling his warm tongue immediately teasing the tip of it, his lips then closing around and sucking at it. A growl of pure pleasure escaped from my throat and his eyes closed a moment, while my other hand wandered the curves of his perfect body, the smoothness of his skin. My alluring angel arched his back, letting one thigh brush seductively on mine, slightly grinding his hard member on mine; his eyes opened and he played with a strand of hair, his cock stroking against mine and his face breathtakingly clouded by pleasure. I gave him no time and took his mouth for a fierce and devouring kiss, losing my mind in it and in the way his tongue made me feel, how his nails hungrily sank in my skin, scratching it as if wanting to leave marks on it.

I had always imagined that kissing this angel here in my arms would make me lose contact with reality and would render me even more addicted to him, but I never imagined the entirety of it. I never comprehended how true that indeed was, for I became addicted to it. Enna was a kisser beyond mere words: he had a power over me and over my senses, my emotions and my feelings. And he knew it and used it in such a tempting and provoking way that often we had to control ourselves before tearing each other's clothes in moments and places not appropriate.

Something like this happened last weekend when we went out clubbing: he suddenly slipped his sinful tongue in my mouth while he dangerously danced in arms in that sensual only he was capable of, and my control almost slashed. I kissed him back intensely and of course, we left the club and went home, where I took him for hours.

Now, as I held him tight and felt his body arch and move in longing, he moaned in my mouth and I deepened the kiss avidly, wanting to possess him in this very intimate way. He always drove me crazy with his mouth and his glossy, soft lips. My angel let me dominate the kiss, for when I was in this state, something awakened in him and in response the dark angel in him surfaced. He melted in my arms, his legs wrapped around my waste and he sensually moved on me. I groaned in his mouth and broke the kiss to look at him.

"You're in quite a mood, yes?" I asked with low and rough voice and he only smiled in such enticing way that had me his prisoner in that instant. "Tell me how I should possess you, angel." It sounded like an order, but I knew whom held the real power.

The way he momentarily parted his reddened lips in sexual need, as if wanting to reply, triggered my blood. He giggled and there wasn't anything sweet in the sound of it. Then, he pushed us up and guided me to sit at the edge of the bed; I followed his wish and my eyes never let go of him, walking in confident strides to stand in front of me. He was fully aware of his actions and of his enticing, damning and wicked sensuality.

He was breathtaking and incredibly seducing me, and I couldn't stop devouring him with my eyes, tasting the feral anticipation of taking him in my mouth, feeling my desire burning and howling to take and love this angel until we were entirely consumed by our lust and need to be with each other. He maliciously smiled at me, biting his lower lip for then letting his tongue quickly pass over it. I closed my eyes a mere moment because I felt going insane and I knew nothing would be able to check me once I thrust inside of him deeply and ravenously. My eyes opened as he seductively murmured my name and he held me in his hands completely.

Yes, when he was in such playful and provoking mood I would never be able to resist him and I sure didn't wish to do so.

Enna sensually moved and danced in front of me, naked and evidently wanting to drive me out of mind, clearly wanting to pull out my dark and wild side. He stepped closer and very slowly kneeled in front of me, taking my entire pulsing and hard length in his incredible, wicked mouth. I groaned out as my hands locked in his hair and his slipped his hands on my thighs, feeling his nails scraping my skin. He allowed me very deeply inside and his tongue swirled around while his mouth hallowed and slowly slid back, for then slowly slithering forward even more, again letting me almost touch the back of his throat. I couldn't resist his ways around me and I thrust in his mouth deeply, earning a very sexy moan and a work with his tongue that almost had me done.

"My angel, you're too fucking good," I hissed out and he let go of something that sounded like a dark chuckle and so, locking my eyes with his, seeing the light dancing in there, he slowly pulled back, slightly teasing me with his teeth, something he knew drove me crazy.

Still holding my stare, Enna leisurely turned around, showing me his back and round, perfect ass, where soon I would bury myself in. I was so hard that it was almost painful, and blood rushed in my veins almost angrily. He kept dancing, aware of the effect it had on me, aware how that turned me on at impossible, dangerous levels, until he decided to literally lap dance on me, his eyes chaining and spellbinding mine and his hands guiding mine on his body.

"Enna," I only managed to mutter out, wanting nothing more than wildly take my angel and let him moan and scream my name. "You know what you're doing, yes?"

He leaned closer, wrapping his long and slender arms around my neck, slowly moving on me, our erections stroking together, his lips barely caressing mine, and a light in his eyes that promised a dark angel waited for me.

"I know what I'm doing, my love," he murmured on my mouth and he gasped as I grabbed his sides and made him sat on me, while once more I took possession of his mouth. He moaned loud and my desire spiked at the sound of it. "Roman, take me like you did last Saturday and..." I stopped it by suddenly getting up while holding him, his legs wrapping around me without hesitation. "Ahhh...standing? Hmm...I love it..."

No. No standing today, not after the way he danced for me and on me.

I was the one chuckling in a dark and sinful way and I turned so to sit on the bed, for then suddenly turning him around to face it, pressing him down. We weren't going to need much lube, for I wanted to be the one driving him out of his beautifully dirty mind. I spread his legs wider and first, my lips and tongue wandered on the curves of his back, my hands propping his ass slightly up in the air, so I could then bury my tongue in it while my hand stroked his dick. The way he moaned my name and told me to get all of him inflamed me more and more. I deepened inside of him with my tongue and then my fingers took its place, and stroked him harder, until he was lost in cries of pleasure and pleading me to take him and fuck him.

He had a wonderfully dirty and sinful mind and mouth whenever he was in this kind of mood and I loved it beyond any wildest imagination. So, I followed his wish, as I'd always do.

I coated my hardness with some lube and after playing a bit more with his incredible ass, I buried myself very deep inside of him in one stroke, as he had asked for. His fingers clawed the bedsheets and his mouth let go of moans that lured me more and more in thrusting inside of him as he ordered me to. I held his sides strongly in my hands, guiding his shifts and the way he moved, letting myself bury in him harder and deeper. He wanted this and to be fair, I wouldn't be able to entirely control myself after his successful attempts to complete provoke me.

"Enna, you feel fucking amazing," I growled out and he only moaned louder, allowing me more in his ass and touching himself. He was sprawled on his chest, his legs bent on his knees and his ass up for my damnation. The view of it was pure, devastating damnation. I pushed ourselves flat on the bed, letting my body press on his, careful though to not crush him with my weight. I linked one hand with his and the other slipped under his body to wrap around his pulsing member. I wanted to be the one stroking him, issuing all the possible pleasure he could feel.

"Roman, ohhh...yess...take me like...ahhhhh...Fuck me like this, my love..." He was a stream of exciting cries, moans, slightly dirty words and ways of saying my name that only served to get me wilder.

My thrusting increased and both of us were a mess of groans and moans, entirely lost in our desire and love, because while this at the moment was entirely feral and wild, it also connected us every single time. I loved my angel.

"Enna, I love you," I hissed out as I buried myself in his incredible ass and remained still a few seconds to entirely savour the feeling of his tightness around me, of him slightly rotating and moving in a way that lured me to what was going to be my undoing. I drove in him feral, and there was no way of controlling myself, especially after he sort of ordered me to take him as harder as I could. I obliged his request and my cock slammed in his ass the way he wished for, feeling my desire about to drive me insane, his moans luring my pleasure to its peak, just like the feeling of my hand stroking his incredibly hard member.

"Enna...ahhh fuck," I groaned as my thrusting stop after one strong and very deep stroke, feeling my angel and myself falling and losing our senses in a powerful and long orgasm.

He trembled and strongly shivered under me, tightening around my pulsing erection and his cry of pleasure resonated in my ears and head like an undoing spell. We both shuddered more, while still buried in his ass, moving inside of him to give him shattering pleasure, savouring the last strands of that overwhelming climax. He moaned quieter than before and then sprawled completely exhausted on the bed, as I slowly pulled back and let myself rest at his side, dragging him close to me so that his back cradled against my chest, his hair tickling my sweaty skin.

"Roman, you destroyed me," he breathed out with voice still tinted with remaining threads of pleasure.

"Didn't you ask me for that, angel?" I teased him, while one of my hands fondled one perfect cheek of his ass, and in all answer he softly laughed and nodded.

"Hmm, indeed I asked for that and I loved it," he replied, turning around and staring at me, his face beautifully flushed and his eyes sparkling with the peculiar light he had every time we made love. I loved seeing it in them. "When I woke up and you pulled me on top of you, hmm, I knew I wanted you," he purred, snuggling closer and resting his head on my shoulder. "Sometimes I still can't believe we are finally together and nothing more happened, nothing from your past came back. You are only mine," he said with a different tone of voice and a light in his eyes that only I could interpret.

My hand went on his hair and I simply smiled, letting us linger in this moment of pure and peaceful bliss after our rather heated love making.

"I knew I had covered every trace and that nobody would go after me, especially with Anton as right hand of Boris, but yes, I also felt rather watchful the first months we started our life together." I had planned everything very carefully and in details, wanting to make sure nothing and nobody would ever endanger my Enna once more or getting in between us. Waiting hadn't been easy, but it had been very necessary, for it brought us finally here.

"Have you ever heard anything from him?" He meant Anton and I shook my head. After leaving Ukraine for good, I lost contacts with him and it was for the best, for both of us. I had to be dead and he had to cut every possible link with me, if he wished to establish his new position as right hand of Boris. He was the new bearer of the stars and in my heart I knew he was doing great. He was born for that. "I liked him, because he clearly was loyal to you and he considered you a real friend."

"Yes, Anton in the end was the only person I could entirely trust back then."

"You never regret leaving that life?" Enna asked me this same question a couple of months after my coming back to Ireland and it surprised me to hear it again today, but I think I comprehended my angel's thoughts. Four years passed since leaving that world and my Enna knew that I had spent most of my life working in that organization. He feared he had taken something from me; however, he feared wrongly, for he took something from me indeed, but that was my soul and heart.

So I stared into his mesmerizing eyes that always left me feel under some spell, and replied to him in all honesty.

"Enna my angel and my love, I don't regret leaving that world and having everything buried in my past. It will always be part of me, but of my old self and it does not mean that I lost it. I will always be your Roman with the Stars in a way, because you perfectly know what I mean and who I was."

"I know, my love," he said quietly, never letting go of my eyes and caressing my skin with his delicate fingers. "You'll always be my Roman with the Stars and that's how it must be and how I want it." Yes indeed, because that dark part of me would never die or disappear. If anything or anybody would ever pose a threat to my angel, I wouldn't hesitate a moment from eliminating the danger and killing. That would never ever change in me. This is what I meant and he comprehended that.

"I also don't regret my past, because it was my choice and you know this." He smiled at my words and I couldn't even try to explain how much I loved him, because Enna accepted my past and more than that: he understood it and loved it as part of my true self. "But I don't miss that life, for I chose to be with you and this is what I want. This is what I wanted since the first moment we met and I understood you were my soul-mate. Enna, I'm grateful for my life with you, for your love and for the way your family welcomed me."

"Roman," his voice trembled and his eyes closed a moment. "Roman, I'm just so happy with you and I don't know how..." I pressed a finger on his lips and smiled.

"I understand what you mean," I said and he hugged me tightly. "And don't worry about Anton. He was always a very tough bastard and he rightly gained the name of "Anton the Undead". I'm sure he is doing great, as I'm sure he's giving hell to anybody disrespecting him or their boss." Enna softly laughed and nodded.

I quietly chuckled remembering his last words, after faking my death, telling me to particularly enjoy sex with my beautiful partner for he sensed that Enna would be quite the wild card in bed. He was right, of course. Yes, I could tell that son of a bitch was still alive and raising hell when necessary. We both knew our paths took us to different ways and we simply acknowledged it, but I will never forget what he did for me. All in all, he probably was better than I was, for he held less scruples than I did and he had no problems in dealing with prostitution, differently than me. A few times I wondered if he decided to let go of that woman he fell in love with or if he instead went for her; but I believed he found the way to keep her at his side while leading that kind of life.

I quickly looked at my angel and shook my head. Anton clearly said he understood why I fell for him, for he also found Enna very attractive, asking me twice if he really was a man. I remember replying him that in my eyes he was an angel. He had laughed at my words, but not in a mocking way, simply in his typical fashion, and then told me to just enjoy as much sex as I could. I smirked recalling his words, for he could be a really sex-driven bastard and he never renounced to the occasion for indulging in such pleasure.

We kept a bit more in each other arms and then Enna suddenly sprang up and gasped, causing me to genuinely chuckle.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot today is Friday!" He quickly kissed my cheek and went to get up, but I pulled him back flat on the bed.

"We are on time, so relax," I said with calm voice and he giggled. "I will pick you up after work and don't worry, I will tidy our bedroom and such, so just get your sexy ass in the shower."

"We haven't had breakfast yet," he pointed out.

"I will prepare something while you get ready, because I need to work on a project and I'll drop by my office later after lunch."

"Will you stop by the salon before that?" He asked with smiling eyes, once having me prisoner of his enticing stare.

"As you wish, my angel. Should I bring you something for lunch?"

"No, I think Sarah today will bring something for us all, as she promised yesterday. In case, I will write you message. Just bring your handsome and dangerous-looking self there, so I can make the clients there very jealous in seeing me with a man like you."

I softly laughed and nodded in reply and after that, we both got up from the bed, but I scooped him in my arms, walking to the bathroom and carefully putting him down. He went for the shower and I washed my face and mouth, for then walking downstairs to the kitchen to prepare coffee and something to eat for us both. I searched around in the fridge and cupboards, finding what I needed in order to make the kind of breakfast he usually preferred, sweet, healthy and with fresh fruits.

After about four hours, while I was about to complete the new project with the final details that might earn me a new, very wealthy client, Enna sent me a message, asking me when I would visit him. I smiled and checked the time, replying I would be there very soon. Apparently none of us could spend much time without the other and none of us minded that, for we actually needed it. Just like a moment ago, whenever he was at work, he would send me a message or give me a quick call when he had a break; on my part, I often visited him in his salon, and I had good reasons to do so, because he often had some bastard-like client that felt like trying to flirt with my angel, having the guts to ask him out or so.

Just as it happened today when I arrived at the hairdressing salon.

The moment I opened the door of the shop, my eyes immediately registered the beautiful and graceful figure of Enna dressed in rather tight black clothes, as that was the colour they decided to use for their outfits in the shop, and then of the client he was serving, who tried to pathetically flirt with him. I repressed the need to smash the head of that bastard against the mirror he was facing, and at hearing the door closing Enna raised his stare and smiled as soon as our eyes met. I should have gotten used to that by then, seeing how impossibly beautiful and alluring my angel was, but the truth was that I would never accept or allow any other man flirting or trying anything with him.

He belonged to me and I entirely belonged to him, and there was this irrational need to always watch over him and protect him, something that would never change or diminish. We both knew that very well and we knew the reasons behind that very well.

"My love," he immediately greeted me with a radiant expression on his face and in a few steps I was at his side, kissing him on the lips as clear message to the idiot that dared to flirt with the wrong person.

Enna giggled and kept smiling as I let him go, but only after having sent a quick and meaningful look at the man sitting on the chair and waiting for my angel to finish with his hair. In that moment I wished to break his nose, as I hadn't missed the evident lust in his eyes when he stared at Enna and asked him for a coffee together, his eyes lingering on his ass. Thinking about that in particular made me really feel like breaking his neck and he seemed to get the message, considering he immediately drop his gaze down and decided to pay attention to his phone. Smart one.

"If you will excuse me a moment, Mr. Cavanagh, I will be right back," Enna spoke in clear and melodic voice and gifted that bastard with a quick, business-like smile that made the idiot smile back, for then looking away as soon as he caught my glare.

My angel winked at me as he turned around and slipped his hand in my mine, guiding me to their backroom with the excuse of leaving my coat there. I had read the expression in his eyes and I felt a rather dark smirk rising on one of corner of my mouth. So, what happened a moment ago turned him on and I should have expected that, for several time he confessed how my dark and somehow possessive side excited him. Thus, he pulled me in the small backroom they used for eating their lunch and the way Enna kissed me made me wish to chase away every damn client sitting in the shop. We made love in the morning, yet there I was still yearning to have him in my arms and there he was, still seducing me without bothering to cover it.

"Roman," he whispered on my lips, while his hands dangerously trailed down on my hardness and caressed it well knowing what that gesture was stirring in me. "Roman, you will pick me up after work, right?" I just nodded, never letting go of his eyes, feeling my blood running faster as I listened to his rather altered and raw breathing. "We could have a moment here," he said with a note in his melodic yet sinful voice that each time drove me out of control in bed.

"Enna, we're not alone now, so don't tease me like this, because you perfectly know in which state I will be later," I told him staring directly into his playful eyes and he smiled even more temptingly than before.

"That's precisely what I want, my love," he whispered back and his touch intensified, until I had to take hold of his wrists and stop him. I was already very hard and it would take me a moment before being able to walk back to the other room. "You perfectly know I love your uncontrolled self in bed," he murmured on my ear, pressing closer to me and pressing his hardness on my thigh.

I didn't doubt about what he loved and desired in bed, because since we could finally make love without worrying about anything, somehow our desire grew and I pleasantly discovered that my angel could be quite the dark and very wicked angel in bed, up for dangerous ways of playing together. This morning he already was in quite the mood and it still didn't subside, exactly like my insatiable need to take him. I felt my lips curving in a dark smile, thinking I would later take care of him without having to rush to work in the morning.

"I want you in the same way we made love the first time you came back to me. I want you like this morning, or even more than this morning...I want the very dark and dangerous Roman, only mine and just for me...hmmm," he purred on my lips and I had to close my eyes, because I was very close to tear his damn tight and sexy trousers down and turn him facing the wall. His arms laced around my neck and I really had to summon my entire control not to take him in that very instant. "Open your eyes," he ordered me with firm voice, well aware of the effect it had on me.

I held his stare with mine and my hands took strong hold of his sides, pulling him closer to me, our lips barely touching. His gaze reflected my same physical desire and excitement and, at the memory of that day, of when I finally held Enna completely bare in my hands, taking him for hours, kissing him until we both dropped on the bed sheets exhausted and consumed, the memory of those moments inflamed my blood even more. It was a memory that I would never forget, as it marked the beginning of our new life together.

"As you wish, my angel," I only replied to him and my hands wandered from the curve of his sensual back to his very enticing and round ass. They grabbed it strongly and dragged him against myself, pressing my hard member on his. "So I will see you after work, Enna. Here. And then, dinner?" He only nodded and my blood rumbled more as I witnessed his eyes clouding in pure want. A smile that had nothing of sweet and innocent formed on his lips that then quickly kissed mine, letting our tongues tangle in an ardent but too short kiss. As we pulled away at the same time, our breathing was rough and I took a step back to regain some coolness over my senses and desire.

"I think I'll have to walk back, before Sarah or Dave can make some inappropriate jokes right when I'm working." He giggled a moment and I could only look at his face, at his rather flushed skin and inviting lips, at his eyes, that never stopped smiling and shining in pure joy since we started to live together. "They can be terribly cheeky, you know this well." I chuckled and nodded.

He then winked mischievously, playing with a lock of hair that came free from his tress, and he tiptoed to peck me on my chin and with that, he gracefully walked out of the small room, where I had to stay a few seconds in order to calm down.

I walked back when I managed to control my hardness and I sure didn't miss the look the girl named Sarah shot at me, trying her best not to smile too obviously. She was a good person and clearly very attached to Enna, admiring him when at work and somehow, she had immediately liked me, welcoming me in their small circle of friends. She also missed Priya and Cillian, not knowing the real reason behind their deaths. On the other hand, the guy called David was clearly scared of me at first, and it took time before he could relax in my presence, something that however never completely occurred.

My eyes followed Enna's quick steps around the salon that he now owed, which I had been able to help him in obtaining with money I had once put aside while working for Boris. Enna was the owner of the hairdresser shop and I was immensely proud and happy for my angel in seeing that most of his past clients followed him, but of course also gaining new ones. He probably felt my stare, because he turned around and blew me a kiss that I responded to with a smile. I wore the jacket and walked to where he stood and tenderly kissed his lips, as it was time I show up at my office and see into the deal with that new potential client.

"I'll see you later, my angel", I said as we stared at each other lost in our own world.

"Later, my love," he replied and thus, I left him take care of the old lady that usually visited the salon every Wednesday and Friday. She greeted me with sincere affection and told me to get one of her scones. I politely thanked her and accepted her offer, for she baked something for Enna and his colleagues every week. Refusing would simply hurt her feelings and display unnecessary ungratefulness.

"Thank you very much. Your scones are always very delicious," I honestly said and she quietly laughed.

"Oh Enna, you found such a handsome man and so well mannered and gentle. You are very lucky, darling."

"Thank you, I know I am," he replied directly looking at me and I only smiled back, for I obviously shared the same feelings.

Yes, since we finally started our life together Enna never stopped smiling and what mostly had my heart thundering and swelling was the fact those smiles were genuine and not forced. He never tried to put up a mask for my sake, because when sadness or bad memories would overwhelm him, he let me see it and I appreciated that, for we had always been completely sincere with each other. There was no need for him to hide his true emotions in front of me and I would've hated that. Enna and I exchanged another quick look and then I left.

Given my interest and skills in programming and IT, developed and honed when I worked for Boris that led me becoming a very capable and dangerous hacker, I decided to find a job in an IT company, as programmer. However, working under someone's order and following such a strict and rather monotonous routine wasn't fit for me and I couldn't blend in with the many ridiculous rules or the colleagues, who had too many questions and were too loud.

While I followed Boris's orders when I worked as Roman with the Stars, I still pretty much ran everything on my own accord, knowing what had to be done and when it had to be done, often using methods of my own choice. Adapting to the office routine and every day having to stand colleagues, who I cared nothing about, was not easy for me and it was Enna that suggested me opening my own business, knowing I had the capabilities and money. Yes, money I had smartly saved and cleaned on a protected account the year we were separated. Working in that world meant gaining a great amount of it and I decided to not get rid of my earnings, but simply laundered it cleverly. Another reason why I had to spend almost a year away from my angel before being reunited.

Enna's idea worked well and in short time, my business was running up over to my expectations. It sure helped I created a new program against hacking, using my past experience on the other side of the law, and that brought me more wealth and the growth of my reputation. Enna had been an angel in everything and that was another reason I insisted in helping him buying his own hairdressing salon, where his sister Ciara twice a week helped with make-up and nail-polishing sections. We had crafted her own corner and she brought more clients to the place, for she apparently had skills in that department.

His sister and his father became two persons I deeply cared for and for who I felt sincere attachment. Their affection was sincere and not dictated by the mere fact Enna and I were in a relationship, for I knew Eamon respected and esteemed me as man. A great compliment, considered it came from such man and I couldn't ask for more. I had no way to properly thank them for the way they accepted me for who I really was. Eamon proved to be a man I could freely talk to and, even if he was my angel's father, I regarded him almost as a friend.

I checked the time and seeing I wasn't running late, I decided to walk the way to my workplace and the cold wind blowing over the city of Dublin surely did not bother me. I breathed in the cold air and stared up at the clouded Irish sky, thinking about my native country and at how I never missed it. Enna would have loved visiting Ukraine, but for the time being we had to wait and in fact, my love was terrorized at the idea that someone might recognize me and have a past score to settle with me. I doubted we could set foot in my native country any time soon and the truth was that I also feared something could unsettle my new life and put Enna in danger. We have travelled in these past years, but only where I reputed to be safe for us.

I chuckled quietly at that, because even though Roman with the Stars was part of my past and basically dead, some traits and some habits would never die. I knew that if anybody would try to endanger my angel, I could kill the person in no time, feeling no regret. I did it before and I would still do it without the slightest hesitation.

When I stepped in the office, the new guy hired a few months ago immediately greeted me and asked if I wanted a coffee.

"Hey boss, how's it going? Did you go to visit your beautiful Enna?" He grinned offering a full mug of coffee that I took simply to better stare at him. He read the expression in my eyes and cleared his throat. "I mean no disrespect, just saying he is really good looking, but hey, I'm straight, so no worries." He was basically sweating bullets and I enjoyed the view of it.

"Even if you were gay or whatever, you would still stand no chances and I would definitely break your neck if you'd try hitting on him, or maybe I could slit your throat open in your sleep, what do you say?" I smirked at him amused and he swallowed down, for then cracking a nervous smile, hoping I was just joking and playing with the way I naturally intimidated people around me. But little he knew that the truth wasn't far from the words I spoke to him, because as I said earlier, some habits were hard to die and they probably never would.

"Nice one, boss," he laughed uncertainly, wondering where the joke really started and ended, and he didn't need to know it was not an empty joke. He just had to keep his rather annoying remarks about my angel for himself and that was more than enough. "You always manage to scare me," he said and then walked to his desk, searching for some papers. "Here, a new client passed by this morning and she will call back in the afternoon. I wrote down what she requires and started with some ideas and such, I can show them to you later, if that is grand with you."

Edward, that was his name, was very efficient and talented at his job, quick at getting things, which explained why I didn't fire him the moment I saw him staring at Enna with clear lust in his eyes. He might have been straight, but I knew the effect my angel had on many men and the guy here was not immune to it; however, I scared him enough and he wanted this job badly, so he always kept his eyes busy on the monitor or on papers whenever my love visited me here. He was smart enough to see where his place stood and never bothered with tedious or unnecessary questions.

"Yes, show it to me later. Mr. Douglas will be here soon and you can assist me in the meeting if you wish."

"That would be brilliant, thank you boss." We kept a rather informal tone, for I came to understand through experience that respect and professional behaviour were earned with different methods. Formality often came as a wrapping of an empty box, as I witnessed in the company where I worked for a few months. "Also, I have arranged two job interviews for next week, as you instructed me yesterday. I believe these two will be quite interesting elements and one of them has quite the extensive experience."

"So why does he wish to work for our rather small company?"

"He said that this company will surely become bigger," he smiled as he nodded his agreement and that might have been true. I surely worked hard for that, because I wanted to provide for my angel in every possible way and have the chance to always give him whatever he needed or just wished out of a whim.

"Very well, I will call them on Monday morning and see if they really can fit here and follow my direction." The business had expanded faster than I had thought and we were in need of new capable heads that would make it grow more and satisfy the various requests. It wasn't easy to find the right persons, but I knew how to recognize them. I drank a bit of coffee, as I quickly eyed the scheme he had drawn in relation to new request and I was satisfied in seeing how really smart and skilled he was. "Now Edward, come to my office with me and let us look at the final project I completed this morning. I want to hear your opinion on that."

"Right away, boss."

ENNA POV:

The day had been quite long and we had demanding clients, but due to the fact I was the one managing appointments, we never were overwhelmed or in need to stay longer than requested. I still remembered the terrible hours and insane shifts we had to stand while under the manager where we worked years ago, when I met my love, and I swore to myself to never ever repeat his mistakes in management. I wanted us three to work in a more relaxed environment, because it was the only way to transmit a warm, welcoming and cosy atmosphere and mood to our clients. They had to feel serene and taken care of in the best possible way whenever in our salon and I believed I found the key in that. My love helped me considerably, because he was extremely skill in managing people and he offered several useful advices.

Roman was simply amazing in everything and I sighed out like a teenager experiencing the first love-crush as I quickly stepped out of the small shower we had in our work place. I decided to leave my hair free behind my shoulders, combing it with a new tonic that would make it more shining and giving a very pleasing fragrance. I applied a touch of soft-red lip-gloss on my lips, knowing how much Roman loved the look it gave to them and then I went to dress for the evening, for I had taken a spare change of clothes. I sure didn't wish to go to a restaurant dressed with the same clothes I wore for the entire day, and I had selected quite a combination of revealing-yet-not-so-revealing top with long sleeves that offered a generous view on my back and very tight, almost like second skin, fake-leather trousers.

My love always felt compelled to rip these sorts of trousers from me and that was precisely what I aimed at with my look. I added a quick touch of black mascara and light eye pencil, to enhance the colour my eyes, and I completed my work with some perfume Roman had bought for me the other month. The fragrance of it was exquisite and so fresh, perfectly blending with my skin. He always knew how to surprise me and spoilt me and dear me, I sure didn't mind it.

As I finished adjusting my hair, someone stepped into the salon and only one person had a spare set of keys, so I rushed back to the main room to greet the love of my life.

"Roman baby," I breathed out as my arms went around his neck and my lips immediately searched for his, feeling them cold and hard on mine. "Hmm, I'm so happy to see you," I murmured on them when I pulled back and he surprised me with a very avid and heated kiss, which left me completely breathless and in need to brace my hands on his shoulders.

"Forgive me, my angel, but you look absolutely stunning and you know that very well, yes?" I nodded, still in a sort of daze, especially as his intense green eyes seemed to devour me. I moved closer, feeling suddenly hardening at the look on his face and he sensed the change in my mood, because in no time he crushed his lips once more on mine, his demanding and rough tongue taking complete possession of my mouth. I moaned shamelessly loud in his mouth, my body grinding over his and wanting to shred his clothes away, but he broke the touch. "This is for you, my soul," he said with still very raw and low voice as he showed me three beautiful red roses and two white calla lilies wrapped in creamy-white tulle and tied by a deep-red silky ribbon. As I said earlier, Roman knew how to spoil me.

"They are beautiful, thank you," I murmured as I took the flowers in my hands and then kissed him tenderly.

"I thought you might like them and it seems the perfect night for roses." My heart raced faster as he spoke and looked at me with eyes full of love, thinking what we had together and what an incredible man he was...beyond mere words. "Shall we put them into water for a while?" I tipped my head to the side in a mute question and he let his arms go around my lower back, his hands founding my ass and grabbing it with obvious intentions. "For a while until I mess you up in the backroom, before dinner." I swallowed down at the intensity of his compelling and enthralling eyes, feeling I could have stumbled on the floor if he weren't holding me so tightly. "What do you say?"

"How do you want to mess me up?" I replied with a tone of voice I knew entirely revealed my state of excitement and that also told me how darkly playful I felt in that moment.

He didn't reply at first, as he took the flowers from my hands and carefully placed them in an empty vase we had on a shelf beside the entrance door. He filled it with water, placed it back to the shelf and then locked the door of the salon, switching the lights off and taking in me in his arms before I could realise it. He carried me to the backroom and put me back to my feet only so he could remove his coat and I saw how handsome and elegant he looked in his grey trousers and blazer left open on top of a black shirt, wearing no tie and having left the first button open. Roman always had that dangerous, intimidating look and he would never lose it, something I was immensely pleased because whenever he enhanced it, I always felt overwhelmed by burning desire.

As a result, I stepped in front of him and kneeled down, running my nose over the bulge on his pants and he quietly growled out as I teased it with my nose. However, he grabbed my hair pulling my head back and the light dancing in his eyes left me incapable of moving, for it completely tied me to him. He flashed me a very dark and promising smirk, and in no time he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up, turning me around so that his hardness pressed against my ass.

"I will be the one deciding now, Enna," he murmured on my ear and I just shivered in madding excitement, already almost panting at the idea of feeling his hands on me, of having his hard member deep inside of me. I might have been in quite a naughty and provoking mood this morning, but now Roman surely was in a very demanding and rough disposition, which made moan in anticipation. "Yes, moan for me my angel," he said on my ear, his lips grazing it and his hands going in front of my pants, quickly undoing them, his fingers pushing inside and taking hold of my throbbing erection.

I lost it as he grabbed me harder and I was a stream of moans and pants as he quickened the pace, for then shoving my pants down entirely and bringing me facing the door of the room. I felt him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants and I was breathing hard and loudly, wanting him like nothing else. Doing it in this way, still half-dressed, him looking so elegant and handsome, in the backroom of where I worked, hmmm...it was something that excited me more than I could convey in words and it was clear to him by the way I responded to it.

"Roman, take me now and do it the hardest you can, because you're driving me insane and I need to be possessed by you."

I heard him quietly chuckle and soon, he loamed over me with his chest, pressing me completely against the door. His very hard cock pressed against my bared ass and his hands guided mine on the door, for then seizing my wrists together in a strong grip with one hand, pushing them up over my head, as the other went to get something from his pocket. He produced a small fold in front of my eyes and I knew what it contained, so with my teeth I helped him ripping it open and he let the lube coat his fingers, for then massaging his powerful erection with that, as he taunted me by stroking it slowly yet decisively between my butt's cheeks.

"I want you to lose my mind, my angel, and you look precisely in great need to be ravished by me tonight and I will," he promised me and I moaned out very loud as he inserted two fingers inside of me, teasing me while his lips and teeth played with my ear, rendering me incapable of any coherent thought or word, just beginning him to take me before I went out of mind.

"Ahhh...yesss Roman, take me like this....ahhhhh....more..." He finally thrust inside of me, but he did it slowly, still teasing and then, without giving me time to realise, he entirely shoved inside very deeply, making me scream out in blinding and consuming pleasure. "Roman...take me harder, I'm about to come...take me baby...make me moan louder..."

And he did, just as I asked him, sliding inside and then out in strong and very deep strokes, shattering my mind in such devastating excitement and physical pleasure that I wasn't able to say anything that made any sense.

"Yes, moan for me, Enna...moan louder and scream my name while I take you like this," he compelled me to do and there was no way I could do otherwise, because he was incredible and so intense and completely making me his that I lost it, panting and crying his name as I was about to fall from a very high and shattering orgasm, which completely overwhelmed me and ruled over me as his hand fisted my erection and stroked it in the sole purpose of undoing me in complete sexual ecstasy and abandon. He followed me instantly and we both climaxed at the same time, almost convulsing for the strength of it. As the crushing sensations slowly subsided, I felt completely spent yet in a bubble of pure bliss. I leaned against Roman's chest, both of us breathing deeply.

"I absolutely loved it," I whispered, my voice still trembling and he only let his lips slowly caress my neck.

"You always bring me out of any control, Enna," he then spoke with very raw voice and the hand that held my wrist was now circling my waist and pulling me against his body. "You have no idea how much I love this with you."

"Oh believe me: I know what you mean very well." He chuckled at my words and I tilted my head to the side to look at him, his lips softly caressing mine. "I love you," I told him while holding his gaze and he first only smiled.

"And I love you, my angel." I turned around and lost myself in a passionate kiss, earning a very annoyed growl when I pulled away.

"What about the dinner you promised me?" I teased him and he shook his head.

"I reserved a table in one of your favourite restaurants, asking them to put a bottle of champagne aside for us, the one you prefer, of course." I melted at his words and we once more lost ourselves in another inflamed kiss, until we pulled apart aware we had to tidy the mess we had done in the room, in need to refresh ourselves.

After the very romantic dinner, where we pretty much consumed an entire bottle of champagne, we decided to join Sarah, her boyfriend, Dave and two of his friends in a club in the heart of Temple Bar. It was very crowded and the music quite loud, dancers performing on top of cubicles and on the bar's counters and my head slightly felt the champagne we had during dinner, but Roman strongly held my hand and I felt like walking on cloud nine. I spotted Sarah sitting at a table they had reserved and she whistled when she eyed Roman.

"You look so handsome tonight," she sincerely said and I simply giggled, knowing she had no interest whatsoever in my love, for she was completely lost for her boyfriend, a very friendly, very polite and quite funny young man coming from Tokyo. "Mitsui went to grab another cocktail for Dave's friends," she explained, searching for him with her eyes, but it was too crowded to see him. "Shall we maybe soon join him? What about one shot, Enna?"

"No shots, Sarah, but a glass of water for now. Roman and I had dinner and we had champagne."

"Ohh...I see...romantic and fancy dinner," she teased me and we sat for a while, Dave's friends conversing with Roman, until Mitsui came back with the drinks.

"Enna, Roman, what a pleasure to see you. May I offer you something to drink?"

"We will offer you something later," Roman replied, always the perfect gentleman, sitting beside me and having his arm tightly circling my shoulders, his blazer resting on the side of the couch. It was very warm inside and I felt the need to drink something fresh. "Shall I get you something, my angel?"

"No thank you, baby. I will go to get some water or a fresh juice with Sarah," I replied, for I could tell she had something important to tell me, given the way her eyes were restless yet shining of pure happiness.

"Very well, but be careful, because I can see many drunk people tonight. I will use the restroom a moment and join you at the bar. Please order a glass of water with ice and lime for me, and tell the barman I will pay for everything when I come back from it." No doubt the barman would say nothing against it, for he knew Roman, given we often visited this club, and he surely had a way with people, always making them follow his requests and subtle orders, a way that I found terribly fascinating and compelling and that I understood all too well. He was right in saying that a part of his being Roman with the Stars would never die and it was perfect as it was.

As Sarah and I reached the bar, she burst out hugging me and explaining that they were going to move in together the following month and I was so happy for her that I hugged her back and kissed her cheeks.

"This is such wonderful news and you were afraid he didn't want to, right? You were being silly, because I told you Mitsui is completely in love with you. Now, this calls for a celebration and I will order your favourite cocktail," I told her while smiling and right when I went to call for the barman, two rather drunk guys walked beside us, one of them bumping against my shoulder hard enough I had to look a moment. They turned and leered at me in a way I didn't like, so I turned my attention back to Sarah, but of course they did get the message and walk away. I sighed, knowing Roman would be back soon and he would scare them away without any real effort, if they persisted in annoying us.

"Hey pretty, what's your name?" I ignored them and so did Sarah, but they didn't understand the clear message and kept talking in slurred words, with a foreign accent I couldn't well place. "C'mon, keep us company, because seeing such two hot girls here isn't that easy. What's your name? I'll get you something to drink."

"I am not interested and I am not here alone," I said firmly and they both started to laugh out loudly, making me nearly lose my patience. "I am not alone, so..." One of them grabbed my arm almost painfully and I went to jerk it back, hating to feel that unwanted touch, bringing back memories I had never forgotten. "Do not touch me," I snapped at him and I went to do something, but Roman appeared in front of me and the menacing, dark look on his face spoke very clearly of the state of his cold anger now roaring in his blood. He must read the distress on my face and I knew what was going on in his mind.

In two powerful strides he was beside me and in a very quick move his hand viciously grabbed the drunken man's throat, as if wanting to squeeze it, and he probably wished to. One of the bouncers saw what was happening but did not intervene, knowing Roman very well and knowing he wouldn't let this situation degenerate into problems.

"Let go of my angel and then leave this place before I decide to kill you with my own hands," he ordered them with merciless and cold voice, making the guy immediately release my arm and his knees tremble. I knew his words weren't an empty threat. I knew what happened with Michael four years ago resurfaced his mind and fuelled more anger. "Leave now," he said once more and the other guy went to say something, but Roman acted faster, by letting go of the first one, who began to cough as if in need of air, and moving in front of the second one. He must have sensed the danger coming from my love, because he visibly swallowed down and grabbed his friend, both of them walking toward the exit door. The bouncer and Roman exchanged a quick look and they nodded to each other.

And I just stared at my love and soul mate in a sort of dark fascination and mesmerizing daze that left me without words, just in sudden need to taste his lips and feel his hands all over me, to feel the commanding and dangerous Roman with the Stars taking me for hours and hours. I had no idea why this side of him always affected me so much, fuelling my lust and excitement and wanting to see more of it...it probably explained why I loved his very protective, almost possessive, even if never controlling, nature, the way he cared for me and guarded me. I breathed out as I felt my body shiver in want, our eyes then meeting and seeing he read the emotions in me. He first just stared back as me as if wanting to undress me with his eyes and then, he smiled in the most sensual and compelling way.

He was in front of me with his arms around my back in no time, and in that moment, as he held me with such strong and penetrating gaze, as his hands sank in the small of my back, I lost contact with the world surrounding us and in that moment, it was just Roman and I.

"Are you OK, my angel?"

"Yes," I murmured out and our lips quickly touched, just as the tip of our tongues, for then letting go immediately.

"For how long do you wish to stay here?" He asked and we both were aware we could resist in that club for a few minutes only, simply to celebrate Sarah's wonderful news and to exchange a few words with our friends.

And that was what happened, for after barely forty minutes he called for a taxi and the moment we closed the door of our house behind us, we began shredding each other's clothes, Roman taking me up in his strong arms and carrying me in our bedroom, where we made love the entire night. It was my Roman with the Stars that made love to me with burning passion and overwhelming need to make his, and I just desired him to lose my mind.

Thus, when we reached our bedroom I had to pull out more of his dangerous side, and I walked completely naked around him, letting my fingers trail over his magnificent and muscular body, drinking the view of him, losing myself into the inks that told his true story, especially the last one he made to cover the old tattoo on the back. I halted as I was standing in front of it, seeing the glorious yet menacing looking angel standing with wide open feathery wings, impossible to discern the gender of the creature, long hair floating around the beautiful figure, its head crowded, one hand holding a gun and the other pressed on the left side of the chest, as if wanting to protect the heart. The ink stretched all over his back and muscles, and it was an incredible piece of art, for the angel was yes pure and of devastating beauty, but it also held a certain darkness in it, given the way the wings curved.

I knew why Roman had that tattoo on his back and what, who it represented. I felt the pull toward it and I pressed my bare body against his, my very hard member straining against his perfectly rounded ass as I tiptoed to kiss the back of his neck, while my fingers wandered on his magnificent body, teasing the muscles and slowly crawling in the front, first taunting his considerable erection and then sliding up his chest, teasing his hardened nipples, as my teeth and tongue teased the heated skin of his shoulders.

"Enna," he groaned out tilting his head down, standing there in all of his dark and dangerous, naked beauty only for me. My lips trailed lower on his back, kissing the line of that breathtaking tattoo, letting my tongue draw it slowly, while my hands lowered on his body, finding his pulsing and hard erection waiting for my fingers. He hissed out as I began to slowly massage him with both hands, and after a few seconds he turned around facing me, his hands sinking in my unbounded hair, and my lips parted in a quiet moan as his mouth travelled my neck.

"My angel...my Enna," he murmured on my skin and I could hear my breathing almost echoing in the room for how loud it was. "You're so beautiful and ethereal, you're the love of my life...I wanted to kill that piece of shit for having dared to lie his hand on you." His words made me lose contact with reality and with my sanity, shattering something inside of me and rendering my senses drunk of him.

I almost didn't feel when he scooped me up in his arms and laid me on the bed with extreme care and touching tenderness, as if he were handling something very precious. He pushed me flat on the cool bed sheets and his mouth tore out of my throat a stream of moans, pants and rather shameless words as it worshipped my body. His lips found my nipples and began to play with one of them causing in me a wave of excruciating pleasure that reverberated in my entire body, chasing away every possible rational thought. As he taunted it with his sinful tongue and teeth, he took care of the other with his fingers, and I couldn't help arching my back, wanting more of it, wanting to feel his hands all over me. He moved his mouth on the other, as his hand slipped lower on my body finding my pulsing cock, stroking it with almost agonizing slowness. I knew what he had in mind and I arched more into his touch, wanting to be completely his.

His mouth drew kisses on my chest and lowered on my abdominals, following them with teasing strokes of his warm tongue, making my body shiver strongly in more pleasure and desire. I was breathing very hard and loudly, because everything that happened tonight, our connection, the way he was touching me and the way we loved each other had drugged my senses and I was at his mercy. His incredible tongue trailed lower until it reached my throbbing and in need of care erection, and he complied my craving by letting his tongue passing over it ravenously, tearing out more moans and groans of pleasure. My entire body was about to break from the height of excitement Roman was issuing me and my mind was lost in this sexual ecstasy he gave me.

He kept lapping at my member with hard strokes alternated with lighter ones, my hands darting on his hair and grabbing it tightly wanting to guide him on me; I felt his wicked smile on my skin and then, he took me entirely in his mouth, allowing me so deep that I felt the back of his throat.

"Roman...ahhhhh...." I cried out, arching more in him and wanting to feel more of him around me. He growled out, pulling back and then sliding over, while his tongue followed it by giving light strokes to my tip. "Ahhhh....yes baby....more...." He took me once more very deeply and his lips closed strongly around me as he slowly slithered back, leaving me panting harder and louder. "Roman, let me feel you, I want you in my mouth, too," I told him, somehow finding a kernel of lucidity in the maddening pleasure and lust that invaded my body.

"Hmm, in a moment, my angel," he replied with feral voice and once more his mouth allowed me inside entirely, driving me out of mind with the way his tongue swirled around and teased the head of my member. As he did that, one of his fingers began to play with the entrance of my ass and I couldn't contain the long, very shamelessly lustful moan that escaped my mouth. He pulled away and my eyes opened wide to stare at him, at how magnificent and compelling he looked while he stood in front of me on his knees, staring at me with predatory eyes. We smiled at each other in a way that had nothing to do with sweetness, kindness or tenderness. I knew how my face looked and I knew how I felt. "You said you wanted me?"

"Yes, my love," I replied, getting up on my hands and knees, stalking to him on my four, for then taking his impressive and very hard cock entirely in my mouth, his hands immediately locking tightly in my hair.

"Enna..." he groaned out and then it was me driving my love and soul-mate to the verge of insanity with pleasure, as my mouth and tongue took care of him avidly, allowing him deeper and deeper, literally deep-throating him, something that affected him in the way I wished. He guided my shifting as he thrust inside my mouth, but then he pulled me away, his eyes veiled with dark lust. "I want you, my angel."

As he pronounced those words, he pushed me back on the bed sheets in a very quick move and loomed over me breathing hard and devouring my body with his burning gaze. He then pushed himself up standing on his knees and he suddenly grabbed the back of my thighs pushing them up and spreading my legs open.

I stared at him almost tantalized as he touched himself, his eyes firm on mine; my lips curved in response to his predatory and smouldering look, feeling the air being sucked out of my lungs for the intensity of his emeralds, and so I followed him by also stroking myself, letting my teeth and tongue tease my lower lip, as my knees parted wider, my eyes wandering the beauty of his tattoos, especially the stars we had on the knees. He observed me as if under some spell and then I found myself completely flat on the bed, his mouth crushing mine as his tongue completely took me in an avid and devastating kiss.

One of his hands moved on something he had left on the bed and I believed he massaged his erection with some lotion, because then the same fingers were taunting my entrance, slipping inside in the same ravenous way his tongue was possessing my mouth. I was about to lose it, because my Roman was simply amazing in bed and he....ahhhh....he pushed deeper inside of me with his fingers, adding more and zeroing every thought in my mind.

His mouth broke the kiss, and while his hands held the back of my knees, he penetrated me very deeply, our eyes never letting go of each other. I arched as he pushed inside more, slightly bending over me, and I began moving around him, wanting more and more.

He thrust in me with long and demanding strokes, each time driving inside deeper and harder, having letting go of my legs for then grabbing my hands, our fingers tangling together as I wrapped my legs around him, desiring more of him. Roman stared at me as he plunged inside of me, with dark and piercing eyes, wild lust and love mixing in them, only slightly growling out his pleasure each time he penetrated me, and after a moment, he bent over me, letting our tongues dance together lost in our desire.

I loved him...I loved Roman, I loved him to lose my mind...he was my entire life and my entire world...my true and only soul-mate, and we both felt that. We both felt a sudden tug between us, because we broke the kiss and stared at each other breathless, as if drinking from one another's soul. Roman pulled out of me and rolled us over, having me straddling him.

"Ride me, my angel, I want to see you losing yourself in this," he compelled and I did as he asked, taking him inside of me and linking our fingers together, rocking and shifting around him so to cause more and more pleasure and his head dropped back a moment as I rode him fiercely, wanting to give him my entire self and we kept going like this for some time, my eyes darting to the mirror standing above the drawer on the right side of our bed. Seeing the two of us there, me wildly riding Roman, him lost in pleasure with his eyes closed, trigged me even more and he must have felt it, because his eyes shot open and our stares met in the reflection of the mirror. We looked at each other making love for a few seconds until he dragged me completely flat on top of him, kissing me for a very long time.

When we broke the contact of our lips, we smiled at each other, whispering our love to one another. The love making became less feral and lost in pure lust, as we felt the tug of our souls once more, as we felt the need to connect with each other on the deepest and strongest level possible. He penetrated me more intensely and with longer thrust, but less fiercely, only staying inside of me each time longer, while I moved around him, savouring the pure and blissful pleasure it gave me, our eyes locked together. Roman then suddenly drove in me hardly once and stayed there pushing me up, so that I was completely astride him. In that position I could feel him entirely and so deeply that my head dropped back while my lips parted breathing out his name. He let go of my hands to move his on my ass, for he felt the need to guide my shifts as we began once more to penetrate me.

He was so intense and so demanding, so strong and desiring to drive me out of mind, that I heard my own moans as pleasure increased more and more, invading my entire body and senses, my hand going to reach for my erection that I began to stroke as I felt closer to a shattering orgasm. Roman penetrated me more, leading my moving on top of him and once more, he thrust very deep and hardly in me, keeping inside of me impossibly buried, and I lost contact with everything as I broke in a devastating orgasm, rotating more on him, one of his hands joining me in stroking myself, and I cried out his name. He was looking at me losing myself in the peak of the climax, drinking the view of me in that moment and only as I felt almost spent, he let go and followed me in the same overwhelming pleasure, his orgasm riding long and intensely, and as I looked at him, I almost came a second time.

I dropped completely exhausted on his chest and both of us breathed heavily and long for a few seconds, not able to speak immediately. It had been even more intense than usual and I knew the reason for that very well. I stretched over him almost purring in blissful satisfaction and felt his hands softly caressing my back and his lips on my hair, until I pushed myself up to look at him, to kiss his lips.

"Enna...you're so beautiful when I take you," he said with still raw voice and I only smiled, pecking his lips. "How do you feel?"

"I feel like I want you again," I confessed and he rolled us over suddenly, one hand caressing my hair and then other stroking the side of my body. "I love you," I whispered lost in his eyes and he replied by claiming my mouth.

"I also desire more of you, my angel. I want to take you, possess you and love you the entire night." We stared at each other a moment in complete silence, still feeling the lingering sensation of our incredible climax, but I knew that look very well and I still needed more of him.

"So do it, Roman," I murmured out and my Roman with the Stars took me for many hours, just as he had done when we met for the first time.

I moved around in the kitchen preparing breakfast while Roman upstairs showered and finished to get ready for meeting dad. I quickly ran my eyes in the large and well-furnished kitchen of our new house. Thanks to Roman and to my activity, we were able to acquire the house of my dreams: a beautiful building in Georgian style not too far from St. Stephen's Park, meaning not too far from the city centre of Dublin and from my hair salon. I still couldn't believe I owned my business. My love helped me considerably with that because he had money somehow stored away from his past life. He said using it for us and our new life was the only reason he kept it. I had no idea how he managed to deal with it, since everything appeared in order and legal, but Roman knew ways around everything.

For me he would never cease being the Roman with the Stars I met about four years ago, the same dark and quite intimidating man that bewitched me with his magnetic emeralds and his intense way of staring at me. The year apart had been hard and after coming back from Kiev, the manager of the salon I used to work for fired me; I wasn't able to go to work immediately, after what happened, and he did refuse to give me some time off. Well, after a while I found another job, Sarah and David resigned and our dear manager had to close the business. When he came back to us, last year, Roman had a quick, very effective chat with him. I am not entirely sure everything he told him, but that man never showed himself again.

I sighed out dreamily as I prepared coffee and checked the muffins in the oven, baked for dad and Ciara, for they requested it as dessert. I also baked two special ones for Roman and I knew he would definitely enjoy them as breakfast. My love...he was always so protective around me, so caring and never made me feel insecure. We were inseparable, and I loved how he often came to visit me at work, bringing food sometimes or simply wanting to see me. And I loved how every time he kissed me his eyes first stared into mine as if wanting to silently let our souls communicate. I simply loved that and being in his hands when we made love like last night...

"My angel," he surprised me with a soft kiss on my neck as he silently stepped into in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me. I jumped a bit, being still lost in my daydreaming, and that caused him to quietly laugh. "Sorry, I did not mean to scare you. Hmm, I smell something very good," he murmured on my neck and a shiver travelled my body at the sound of his warm voice, not knowing if he meant the muffins, myself or both.

"Coffee is almost ready," I managed to say and he let go of another rather dark laugh, wrapping his arms around my body. "I baked some special muffins for you," I added, tilting my head to the side to better look at him.

"Thank you, they smell good, too," he said while starting at my eyes and I swallowed down at the intensity of his beautiful emeralds and at what his voice always achieved to move in me. "Maybe I should stop distracting you, yes?" He never lost that way of speaking and I was happy about it, because it belonged to him, to my guardian angel. He still let his nose barely slid on the skin of my neck, while his hands pulled closer to him, one sneaking in the front and teasingly moving on my thigh. His hands then moved below my butt and pulled me, causing me to instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

He sat me on the kitchen counter, my legs still wrapped around him, and we lost ourselves in a kiss that left me completely breathless the moment he pulled back as the oven dinged.

"Should you check it?" He asked with amused voice as he heard me grumbling annoyed at the loss of touch. "Do you need help with anything?"

Before replying, I threw a quick look at the clock hanging on the wall right in front of us and silently sighed. We didn't have much time and he must have read into my thoughts, because he kissed my right cheek and smiled at me in a completely different way, putting me down on my feet.

"We should be going soon, yes?" I nodded and I knew my face was slightly flushed, thinking of his hands on me and of his mouth wandering my body, my mouth and lips closing around his...I had to stop this. I went to walk away and check the muffins in the oven, but he gently grabbed my wrist to halt me a moment. "Enna, if we would have time, I would lie you down on the kitchen table right now, so please stop looking at me in that way." He suddenly spun me around so that I was facing him and he pressed our bodies together. I was about to ask what he meant with my way of looking, but words died in my mouth. We both were rather hard and desire showed in his eyes. "When you look at me with that seducing expression, I can never resist you, my angel. But we should go soon, correct?" I nodded. "So tell me how I can help in packing whatever you need."

"I made breakfast," I breathed out, suddenly remembering the coffee and the special muffins I had baked for him. "I found a recipe to make savoury muffins with bacon, cheese and the cream you bought in the Russian grocery store."

"My angel, always trying to spoil me," he said with soft voice and his lips pecked my forehead. "Let us then enjoy breakfast and after, tell me what I can do." I giggled and pushed him toward the table, ordering him to sit down. I brought him coffee and what I had prepared and he found them delicious.

"They taste very good," he said almost humming after having finished his food. "You're very talented in the kitchen, as you are very talented and quite the wild angel in bed," he added with a more mischievous tone of voice and I playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Roman, don't tempt me now." We bought laughed and after finishing breakfast, we packed everything we were going to need to cook lunch at my father's place. "You bought him a present?" I asked in pure curiosity.

"Yes, I bought him a hunting knife. Even if he does not go hunting, I know he has quite the collection."

"I'm sure he will love it." Roman only smiled and helped me in carrying things close to the back door that led to outside where our car was parked.

As we reached my sister's place, I was amazed in seeing her waiting for us outside, everything ready and packed. Had she fallen from the bed this morning? Because that was the only explanation I could come up with in seeing her up and energetic before twelve. Roman and I got out of the car to help her with the bags, for she was going to stay over our father's place for a few days, and the moment she saw my love she immediately hugged him tightly and I just couldn't contain the joy that made me smile like a child. She loved him like a second older brother and somehow, she listened more to him than me, which didn't surprise me, given the ways Roman had with people in general. Dad...well, dad also loved him, like another son and I knew he would never forget what Roman did for me four years ago.

"Flea, did someone kick you out of the bed that you're already up?" I asked Ciara as we sat back in the car.

"No, silly brother of mine, I'm just happy we are all going to celebrate dad's birthday together and you know what?" I shook my head, seeing Roman's serene expression with the corner of my eyes as he listened to us. "I baked biscuits and I'm proud to tell you they taste absolutely grand." She searched in the big plastic bag resting on the passenger seat beside her and produced out a plate of nice and delicious looking biscuits. "Do you want to try one? Just to make sure they really taste good." I nodded and picked one, once more being astonished by my little and very loud sister.

"They are delicious, Ciara, you did a wonderful job." I bit more into the sweet and then offered it to Roman. "Do you want to try, baby?" He nodded silently and took a bite from the biscuit I held in front of his mouth.

"Hmm, very good, Ciara," he complimented, quickly turning his attention to her and winking. "Eamon will love them."

"Really?? That's brilliant, I'm so happy I managed to bake something so well without burning it or making a mess of the kitchen." She also ate one and then she began to tell us about a new girl she had met the other week and that lasted until we reached our father's place. I wondered at Roman's patience when it came to her, but whenever I saw him around my family, I felt an inexplicable sense of joy, warmth and peace wrapping around me, seeing how they loved him and how he also loved them.

As my love parked the SUV in front of my father's house, dad was already waiting outside for us and the moment we stepped out of the car, he affectionately hugged Ciara and me together, while we both wished him happy birthday. We stayed like that a moment, until Roman stepped beside us and thus, dad greeted him with a sincere smile and strong shake of hands.

"Heya Roman, it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too, and happy birthday once more."

"Thanks, son," my father replied by warmly placing a hand on his shoulder, for then turning his eyes on us. "How about we carry everything inside and we start cooking? I'm telling you, I'm bloody starving and I hope you have quite the menu planned."

Ciara and I giggled, and then the four of us took the bags and walked to his house, where we were going to enjoy cooking lunch all together and spend the entire weekend there. I felt eyes observing me and it was Roman, staring intently with his usual magnetic emeralds, a tender smile on his lips. I quickly kissed his cheek and right in that moment, dad looked at us and I could see the love he felt for us all on his face, possibly the same expression he could read in my eyes.

"Let's go, kids," he said to the three of us and after we all stepped inside, he closed the door behind and we all moved to the kitchen.

Author's chit-chat:

My dear readers, what are you impressions, emotions, thoughts, ideas and first comments about this chapter?

Did you see why it had to be this physical and intense? I hope so, because we know what they suffered and thus, they deserved their happy ending. If you notice though, among all the happiness and love, Enna and Roman never forget the pain and loss they suffered. There is love yes, but also sadness. Some experiences can never be forgotten.

Did you like the idea of the new tattoo for Roman?

Let me tel you something: writing love making scenes is beautiful, but easy at all, because I need to put myself in tune with my characters and carefully think how they would behave and such. Plus, I hate repetitive scenes, so I try to be creative.

Please stay tuned for the Epilogue that will conclude "Fallen for an Angel" and with it, their story will be completed. As you know well, I don't write sequels, because whenever I write a story I tell everything about the characters.

I know some of you would love to read about Anton and his beautiful Anya, and who knows? I really believe that they deserve their own story and let's see how it goes with everything. I cannot promise you anything specific or any date, but I would like to write a short novel for them.

Please note that at the time this story takes place in Ireland, indeed same sex marriage was not possible (now it luckily is!), but as Enna said, who knows in the future and epilogue?

Once more my sincere thanks for your wonderful support and love!

Lots of Love, Magic, Hugs and Meows,
-TheWitchAndTheCat-