"Kiss me... have me... spend me like I've never been spent before..." I whisper between his parted lips while he waits for my kisses, my touches.

His manhood throbs and grows in my hand while I press and gently grab, determined to make this night our refuge where we will isolate ourselves whenever we miss each other the most.

The iron smell of the blood on his neck and arms is stinging my nostrils and my heart skips a beat thinking of the horrors he must have been through to save me.

I'm well aware of Dons and the kind of businessmen Raffa and Papa are but I've been always kept far from their world. Papa moved the entire family to the States when I was very young and the only thing I knew was that he was a businessman with legit deals but I guess his past never lost track of him.

I guess I could have never chosen a different man from who Papa is, with good and bad, safety and danger, obscure businesses, and legit.

I grab Raffa's hand, slowly pulling him after me into the bathroom where I push him to sit on the tiny chair next to the shower, having a clear plan of loving and cherishing every inch of his body, every scar and every wound where I'll engrave my touch to stay till his last breath.

Under his burning stare with those big perfect black eyes following my every move and never look away, I smile and cry at the same time, walking around him and stopping behind his back while I step into the shower and turn the water on, coming back to him and traveling my hands slowly from the back of his neck to his chest and south, unbuttoning his shirt and laying kisses one after another starting from his jaw, passing by his cheek where I take my time let the skin of my face feel the tips of this beard just starting growing, continuing to unbutton his shirt till its all open and I can easy remove. making him drop his head on the back and leaning it against my shoulder.

"What are you doing...?" he asks breathing hard and closing his eyes while his head falls on my shoulder.

"Shh... Let me take care of you..." I whisper him back and I feel his muscles relaxing with each deep moan coming from the back of his throat.

He hums and surrenders completely to my plan with a lovable smirk, showing me that what I'm doing is not only my selfish need to finally feel him with my palms until the scent of him penetrates my pores and stays there forever, like a tattoo. It is also the final surrender of a man when he is stripped of the hardness of the alpha male and the sensitivity, otherwise so well hidden, can finally be validated and protected.

It brings me joy to see that Raffa trusts me as that protector.

I turn the chair around so Raffa can face me, see me and I can feed myself with his veneration. I need that, I yearned for that.

"Let me see you," he demands and I smile.

I thought he would never ask.

I soak a towel in warm water and soap while I kneel between his legs leveling my breasts to his hungry eyes and pushing them forward in a way that I know will make him lose his mind.

"Do it yourself..." I allow him and lean forward to kiss him and most importantly, to hide my tears that I can't control anymore.

We both engage in a whirlpool of kisses and touches while cleaning the blood on his neck and arms and then moving to his chest but protecting the bandages on his back and making sure I swallow my sobs carefully when I realize that under each blood spot, there's a wound, a scratch, a pain I wished he never had to suffer, much less with me being the cause.

He removes the shirt I'm wearing, pulls up my skirt till it's wrapped around my waist, and slides his palms between my drenched wet thighs and I'm so sure he can easily feel the flesh shaking on my bones as he moans deeply and grabs the back of neck pressing our kiss harder grabbing the core between my legs with such strength that it make me yelp.

He swiftly stands up, lifting me with him in the process, smashing my back into the shower wall and forcing my legs around him.

I'm a mess of moans and sobs and my lips painfully throb with his kisses that I wish they never stop but despite my unjustified fears, he leaves my mouth and travels to my neck, deeply groaning with lust and fingers skillfully working on my inside.

And when I thought that nothing could match the kisses on my mouth, he buried one of my nipples in his mouth and I felt struck-like by lightening, sensing each goosebump forming on my skin and every nerve tickling under my skin.

He grabs me with his bulky arms and walks away, with his lips never leaving mine and his palms burning my skin wherever they would touch.

Once in the bedroom, he gently lays me on my back on the bed and takes one step back, staring at me from above and betraying an internal struggle that I cannot understand.

I smile shyly, crossing my arms on my chest in an attempt to hide my naked breasts as his stare prolongs further than my comfort.

"What...?" I dare to ask while exhaling air together with my anxiety.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen..." he replies coming closer and sliding the fingertips of one hand from the back of my ankle, up behind my knee, lifting my leg until my heel is pinned to the bed's edge and then does the same to my other legs, spreading them and taking for himself the full view of my arousal and he frowns while I can almost see how every strand of hair stands and each pore of his skin becomes a goosebump.

He kneels and draws a line of soft barely felt kisses on the inside of my legs, dangerously reaching my core between them, and when I loudly breathe in preparing myself for sensations I craved for so long he skips to my other leg, leaving me sob in disappointment while he smirks and I feel his lips curling in a smile.

"You're craving..." he states the obvious and lifts his eyes at me, haughtily smiling.

I scoff and put my feet down while sitting up and grabbing his lips with mine while I pull down the zipper of his pants and slide my hand inside, hardly having any space as his manhood grows to sizes that could make you fear.

"Seems I'm not the only one..." I whisper in his mouth totally oblivious to what I have just started.

He groans deeply, digging his fingers into the flesh on my legs and his teeth bite my lips just a little before feeling blood.

"You're driving me insane..." he speaks heavily and stands up removing his pants and displaying himself in the splendor of his Greek god look-alike body with strong, bulky legs and hard perfectly shaped thighs.

He grabs and pushes me upper on the bed, throwing me back while making himself place between my legs and pocking my thigh with his hard girth while rubbing my pelvis, rough and needy.

"You want me to have you?" he repeats my words threatening me while madness rolls in his look as if him having me is not what I've been burning for until now.

"Take me..." I dare him, holding the same intense stare while I can feel the tip of his manhood pocking and getting ready to thrust me.

I breathe hard and moan, rolling my eyes to the back of my head but swiftly coming back to Raffa and gluing my gaze on him as he thrusts a finger in as a punishment, making me jolt and yelp.

"Don't take your eyes off me," he demands roughly and I nod paralyzed with arousal. "Don't even blink," he continues and kisses me while fitting himself and getting ready to plunge in.

And when he does, I almost feel ripped in two, enormously invading my inside and making me shout with both surprise and a sweet pain that makes my legs shake and my heart race, feeling the beats in my throat.

He never lost contact with my eyes, I shouted, frowned, and squeezed my jaws but our stare remained unbreakable until he bent and kissed the tip of my nose, gently and staying still inside of me allowing me to adjust to his size and avoiding any pain I might feel.

"Shh..." he hushes me gently. "The pain will go away," he explains, peppering kisses on my face and rubbing his cheek on mine. "Don't worry, I won't move until you tell me to," he whispers.

"It's not that..."

"What is it then?" he gently asks continuing his generous kisses on my face, neck, and shoulders, and I grab his face with my palms making him look at me while I slowly start moving my pelvis, up and down, making him frown while staring and I louring him to match my moves.

"Fuck..." he hisses between tight teeth and slides his manhood in and out, slowly and gently making me shiver and want for more.

I open my mouth and gasp for air when I feel the nerves of climax rushing under the skin of my thighs and to my inside muscles making them squeeze and more, a squeeze that Raffa feels and welcomes with a deep moan and I can clearly see the veins on his neck popping out and sweat forming on his forehead, himself growing inside me as if we are the one.

"Raffa..." I call his name when I feel the moment close, wanting to let him know that what I'm about to experience is nothing but my desire to let him love me, consume me, devour me, flood me, and make me his and no one else's, ever.

Words get stuck into my throat and are pretty much useless as the intensity grows higher and Raffa's speed rises pinning one hand to the left of my head and the other one grabbing my butt and guiding his girth deeper and faster.

"Raffa!" I sharply yell this time I'm past the shivering and heart racing and I know I'll blast any second now.

"I'm waiting for you, baby. I'm with you...' he speaks before deeply roaring his climax into my open mouth, swallowing my cries and knowing the exact second when to release together with me, hiking our moment of fusion to a blissful perfection.

"I love you..." I whisper breathing heavily, declaring it for the first time and I know it's not the climax nor the chemistry of the arousal.

It's my heart that cried for him days and nights in a row, it's my brain fitting nothing and nobody but Raffa, it's my soul that is bound with him forever, it's my pain and sorrow that lived with me for the entire period I thought he was dead.

He smiles while struggling to breathe easily and staring into my eyes as if searching for a confirmation of the words he has just heard or maybe he got it wrong.

"I love you... I fell for you the moment I saw you at my uni that day. Actually, I was searching for you long before we met and I was calling you, even though I never knew you existed, My Don between the covers..." I tease him still breathing hard as he keeps moving inside slowly, even though much weaker now.

There are so many mixed feelings in his stare. As much as he tries to hide it, there is admiration, there is regret, and there is sorrow and joy.

Suddenly he rolls on his back pulling me after him and sitting me on his lap with legs parted, just perfect to feel his manhood on my core, even though limp and soft right now. It makes me giggle and want for more, and more, and more, till I have no wants anymore.

"I knew you would be mine since that day. I knew you would be my beginning and my end and my life would have no meaning without you," he declares while I look at him, imprinting in my brain each curve and each wrinkle on his face, almost jealous on each blink of his eyes for being so close to those beautiful black irises, knowing so well it is true, but not knowing if he really meant to come after me this time or if we met by mistake just hours ago.

"I'm sorry I stayed..." he tried to continue but I stopped him, throwing myself upon him and swallowing the words with kisses fearing that whatever he'd say, the most insignificant word, just because it came from him, would change my mind and turn my plans around.

Lost in oblivious he takes my kisses and masters them to perfection, combining them with touches and caresses, messing with my brain again.

He drags himself to the edge of the bed and sits up, keeping me on his lap still kissing me and I wonder how come there's not blood on our lips yet.

Suddenly he threw me on the bed with my face down and starts kissing me from the cheeks of my butt up to the back of my neck where he bits lightly, just enough to ignite again the yearning in me and want him again, even more than before, longer than ever, unceasingly, until the morning of our decay.

This night will be our place of refuge for the days and nights when we will die of longing and we will have to revive only to die again when our hearts will become ashes of so much longing.

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