Serendipity

Chapter 58

Elodie

"I guess you'll have to," I challenge, clenching around him. Raffaele fucking me again and again until I can't take it anymore and tell him I love him again? Hell yes, that sounds like a plan. More orgasms, right? Besides, maybe he'll be so exhausted by the end of it that he'll completely forget.

Not that I'd mind telling him again. Saying it now might've been a slip-up but I'd be lying if I said it isn't the truth. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with Raffaele and he deserves to know even if he doesn't feel the same way.

"Brat," he chides me, even as his eyes reveal how much I please him. He loves putting me in my place.

And that's exactly what he does when he grips my hips tightly to keep them slightly in the air as he drives into me almost violently. He repeatedly slams against my a-spot, making my legs shake in no time as a delicious ache accompanies the pleasure of his thrusts.

My moans and whimpers fill the room along with Raffaele's occasional moan and the wet noise of him sliding in and out of me. It's the hottest symphony I've ever witnessed.

When I'm at the edge of my orgasm, eyes already shut in anticipation, a hard pinch to my nipples has them flying open again. "I don't remember telling you to come," he says, keeping up his rhythm.

I can feel my eyes widening as realization dawns slowly. He can't mean-

"You get to come after you tell me what I want to hear." The sadistic bastard smiles, knowing I'm already so damn close to tipping over. Far past the point of return.

I consider disregarding his order. After all, he can't stop me from coming without talking. But then, reading my mind as always, he adds, "Trust me when I say you don't want to test me on this, little one. Or I'll have to enforce a punishment you'd anything but enjoy." The gleam in his eyes tells me he isn't joking.

I clench my jaw, trying to think about anything other than the sensations he has flowing through me, and close my eyes so I don't have to see his perfectly chiseled abs clenching as he fucks me. Everything so I don't come.

No orgasm? Why couldn't it have been one orgasm after the other? That sounds like a much fun way to get me to talk.

Raffaele leans forward, changing the angle he hits yet again as he presses down on me. My legs burn at the stretch but it's just enough to be bearable. When he kisses my lips though, gentle despite the rough way he's fucking me, my resolve crumbles.

"Tell me again," he whispers, sounding almost as desperate as I feel. He trusts again, long and hard, and stars dot my vision. Fuck, I'm close. I'm nearly panting.

Finally caving when I can no longer take it, I come apart with a breathless, "I love you," on my lips. My body spasms, muscles locking up for many long seconds before I finally go lax and melt into the bed beneath me. With three more thrusts, Raffaele follows me over the edge with a low grunt.

He collapses on top of me, his body blanketing mine and intensifying the warm, fuzzy feeling of safety humming in my blood. I sigh happily, my hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as his racing heartbeat slowly evens out against my chest.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes, though still hazy, contain a glint of mischief. "Let me tell you a secret," he starts slowly, brushing strands of hair away from my face. I watch him, simply waiting for him to go on. "I love," he trails off, still looking at me with tenderness in his eyes.

I hold my breath, waiting for him to finish the statement. "...the way you reacted to my coming out," he finally finishes, grinning stupidly. I laugh, punching him in the shoulder half-heartedly. Such a jerk, I should've known he'd never make it so easy.

He chuckles along and adds, "I love the way you get violent." He hums and presses a lingering kiss to my lips. I relax beneath him with a sigh, greedy to take whatever he chooses to give which makes him add, "And I love the way you respond to the things I do to you."

Finally, he tells me, "Actually, I love everything about you."

My heart gives a hopeful jump as if it's unable to process the giddy feeling coursing through me but it knows something good is happening.

I keep my eyes closed, trying to savor the moment without being overwhelmed. This is certainly a first for me. Being at the receiving end of those words. It feels nice. "Say it again," I whisper, scared to break the spell.

Raffaele kisses me again. "I love you."

Finally, I open my eyes. I blink a few times, still feeling like I'm floating, though I'm surprisingly okay with that. "Will you tell me more?" I ask him, my curiosity getting the better of me. There's so much I still don't know about this man and I'm dying to strip more of his layers until all that's left is him.

I know him now. I feel confident enough in that fact to say so. Still, I want to know what shaped him to be as he is now.

"What do you want to know?" he asks, rolling off of me and lying down at my side so we can talk more easily.

He seems at ease which gives me the confidence to ask freely. "What was it like to come out to your parents? You said you transitioned early but I thought Italians and this industry, in general, are very old-fashioned." I hope I don't sound too shallow basing my question on that cliché but from what I've seen so far, I feel like there's truth to this one.

The man at my side doesn't give a sign of discomfort, casually drawing patterns with his fingers along my arm. "You're not wrong. Though my mother was dead and my father was probably all too happy to have a male heir which is almost certainly the reason he didn't fight me on it.

"He never understood and I could tell he always held a certain hostility towards me. The fact that I wasn't born a boy is most likely the reason he took such rash measures to make sure I quickly become a 'real man', such as bringing in whores. I can't complain though, even if he forced me to keep my history a secret all my life, at least he didn't disregard my feelings and decision."

Despite his light-hearted tone, I feel my brows drawing together. His father might have supported him in his transition but it wasn't for the right reasons. It sounds like he never had his son's best interest at heart and he certainly made some severe missteps. Raffaele deserved better than that.

He shouldn't have had to hide or prove himself as a real man by letting grown women have their way with him. He should've experienced actual support and care.

Unsure what else to do, I lean forward to connect our lips once more, trying to communicate what I cannot put into words. I want him to know I'm here and that I love him without an ulterior motive or string attached.

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I'm not usually one to do the big "I love you"s but ai thought I'd give it a shot this time. Lmk what u think:)

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