A love like ours ✔️

♛17.🔥A chance

Soraya

He didn't cheat on me.

And I don't know if the revelation makes me happy because he never betrayed me that way, or it breaks me even more. All the time we've lost, all the pain, all the loneliness... for nothing.

Well, one could argue that they happened because of a crazy delusional bitch and Rafael's stupidity. He should have told me the truth. Instead, he made decisions for me. And what did that bring us? Misery.

Raising the problem of whether or not I could love him again was meant to deter him. The truth is I never stopped doing it. I spent years hating myself for failing to let go. My poor heart never knew how to protect itself from pain, God knows I've tried convincing it.

Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love? I wouldn't know the answer to that question, because I cannot stop loving him anymore than I can stop breathing. Falling for him wasn't falling at all, it was like walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home. When he pulls me in like the Earth does the Moon, and I give in, nothing else but 'us' matters.

I meant what I said, I can forgive him. That doesn't mean I'm not terrified of the prospect of giving us another go.

Some might judge me for giving in so easily, but he's half of my soul. Hating him had only kept me from moving forward. That's why, for five long years, I could never let another man in my bed, why I abhored the upcoming arranged marriage.

A part of me wants to make him work for it, to push him away and let him chase me around just for the thrill of it. I want to punish him, to scream at him, to break something. But more than anything I want him. If I allow it, I know we could go back to what we had 5 years ago in no time at all, because this is us.

So I'll give him a chance.

A war is brewing and there's no guarantee of tomorrow. The Mafia life it's short as it is and I refuse to waste any time on 'what ifs'. This is our second chance at happiness, I'm grabbing onto it with both hands. Besides, I still need to get married and I know it in my heart, now that I've found out the truth I'll be miserable with anyone but him.

Teo reaches for me as I get near the door. He hugs me from behind, planting a kiss on the column of my neck, directly over the my sensitive spot.

"Come on, I've told you I got places to be," I complain "and I'm hungry."

"Me too," Teo grazes his teeth over the shell of my ear "famished actually. And I've never seen a more tantalizing dinner." One of his hands finds its way under my dress, caressing my leg. "Mouthwatering." He spins me around and we lock eyes. His are darkened by lust, mine mirroring the look. "Do you think my meal would enjoy being savoured, tesoro? I promise not to leave anything on the plate. Every single bit of it will be devoured."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, and making my mouth hoover over his, I ask: "Hmmm... Wouldn't you like a little appetiser first?" I lick at the seam of his lips.

At that, he doesn't hesitate anymore. He grabs the back of my neck and starts devouring my mouth. Before I can even register the fact that we're moving, my back already meets the wall. Our tongues are exploring each others' mouths, caressing each other, performing and erotic dance together. He tastes like sin and temptation. I feel myself getting soaked as my pubic area meets his shaft trough our clothing and I grind against it. God! I've had him this morning but it isn't enough. It will never be enough.

We break our kiss only when we can't hold our breaths any longer. Our foreheads meet, and I voice the question I've been dreading:

"You've asked me earlier how many other's touch you have to erase from my memory. You've got your answear. But how about you, Teo? How many ?"