I long for you - Demoni o Santi Part 2

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She woke with a heavy heart, too scared to let her hands wander, knowing that Damiano would have left her side in the middle of the night, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Without opening her eyes she turned onto her side, holding onto the memories of the night prior, how he had kissed her, how he had fucked her - like she belonged to him.

(Y/n) could still feel his hands on her, the lips that had sucked on her skin, how his skin had met hers in the most intimate way. He had fucked her like he was writing a new song, a masterpiece that would pull his fans along, a song that would give them hope in the darkness, that would guide them towards the light once again. He had fucked her like a man that was making love to the woman he had promised to love till life would leave him behind.

How she longed to feel him once again, mind creating scenarios of the two together, limbs tangled as their hearts whispered loving words, binding them together, not giving them a chance to move away. (Y/n) was sure that in another life there would be a way that they could be together, without him sneaking out of hotel rooms, without her having to act as if he was the worst human being mother nature had created.

A soft snore echoed through the room, her eyes shot open as the noise reached her, gaze falling upon the man that was laying next to her with his arm placed on his chest. His tousled hair covered the pillow, tattoos on full show with the blanket thrown over his hips. He looked like an angel, peaceful and quiet, almost relieved that he could finally sleep in, one wouldn't notice the confusion and hatred he carried deep inside of him, covering his insides with a wall he had built years ago.

She had to stop her hand from reaching for his face, wanting to trace his sharp jawline, the cheekbones that made him look like a Renaissance statue, chiseled by the masters of art, the ones that had created the most beautiful pieces. Her eyes wandered over the black ink she had touched hours ago, the words, paintings and symbols he had eternalised on his skin, each telling a story of its own.

"You're staring," his morning voice left her trembling, shudders ran down spine, goosebumps rose on her skin, a clear reaction to the man she couldn't help but fall for. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, skin burning in embarrassment, cursing herself for being that foolish. Damiano's hand snapped towards her wrist, pulling her closer, straight into his chest.

As his lips met her scalp she let out a relieved breath, carefully wrapping her arm around his middle. No words got shared between the two, there was no need for it anyways, it was too early in the morning to give their worries and thoughts any room. Slowly he placed his hand on her chin, tilting her head towards his direction, pressing an almost loving kiss to her lips.

"We could stay in today, we deserve a break." Damiano's eyes fluttered close once again, body burying itself deeper into the way too comfortable mattress. (Y/n) didn't reply, mind racing, wondering if he was only toying with her and her heart. She had barely seen this side of him, smiling at the one he would push away as they would enter the world outside, treating her like his sworn enemy.

"What's wrong?" He didn't look at her, but he didn't need to to feel her uneasiness radiating off her, alerting him. It took her a while to sort through her thoughts, hands tightening their grip on him, scared that the words she would speak would push him away from her.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n)'s voice trembled, not daring to look at him, preparing herself for the brewing storm about to crash upon her. "What are you talking about?" The annoyed undertone of his voice was hard to miss, heart clenching at the thought of fucking up once again, ready to apologize for the questions she would ask.

"Why are you still here?" The words got lost in the deep breath he took, carefully rolling (y/n) onto her back, straddling her middle. Sun rays danced on his naked body, highlighting the carved muscles, the hairs that covered parts of his chest. "Do you want me to leave?"

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 16, 2021 ⏰

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