𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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I woke up feeling a soreness between my legs, every small movement reminding me of last night. My skin tingled faintly in scattered places, small jolts of pain coming from where Alessandro's bites and kisses had left their mark. And yet, as I shifted slightly in bed, a warm smile spread across my face. Last night's lovemaking had been transformative. I could feel it, this invisible thread now tying us closer than ever before.
As I moved, I realized I was wrapped snugly in Alessandro's arms. His body was warm against mine, his strong embrace holding me protectively. I tilted my head, peeking up at him. For the first time, I found him asleep, deeply and completely at peace. His face looked so serene, the usual hardness in his features completely melted away. It hurt to think of waking him, so I just lay there, watching him sleep.
We had both drifted off in our shower towels, though mine had slipped off at some point during the night, leaving me naked against him. Yet, I'd never felt safer or more comforted. Gently, I pulled the towel back up to cover myself, though I couldn't tear my eyes away from Alessandro. His dark lashes were long and thick, resting softly against his olive-toned skin. His jet-black hair, still damp, was tousled and messy, falling charmingly over his forehead. He looked different like this—unguarded, human, and heartbreakingly handsome. I wished I could pause time, lock us away in this room forever, and let him feel this calm and unburdened always.
Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to the tattoo of the Phoenix inked over his chest. My lips brushed against the faint ridges of scars beneath the artwork, and my heart ached for him, for everything he had endured, for the man he had become despite it all.
Alessandro stirred beneath me, his eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. His hand instinctively found its way into my hair, his touch impossibly tender. "Buongiorno, (good morning)" he murmured, his voice deep and rough with sleep.
"Hey," I whispered, smiling softly. "Hungry?"
He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes locking onto mine, dark and smoldering. Instead of answering, he leaned in and caught my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. My breath hitched in my throat as he pulled back, his gaze heavy with desire. "I'm always hungry for you, tesoro," he rasped, his voice sending heat curling low in my stomach.
I couldn't help but laugh softly, even as he towered over me. He brushed my hair back, his lips finding the curve of my neck. I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into his touch, but then, suddenly, he froze. His body stiffened, his breathing hitching as he pulled back, his expression shifting to something between panic and disbelief.
"Alessandro?" I asked, confused by the way his eyes widened, staring at me like he'd seen something shocking. He didn't answer immediately, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for my towel. Gently, almost hesitantly, he tugged it down, exposing my skin. His face fell, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned me.
"I... I did this?" he whispered, more to himself than to me. His voice was low, filled with guilt and confusion. He shook his head, as if trying to piece together what had happened last night. "I did."
