The Wrath Of A Girl

~Only you and I~

ALICE

As I drag myself to my room, I think back to how they could've possibly known where I was. It was all so sudden and strange. Finally getting to my door, I hear Bri call after me. "He's here, Alice." she screams. "Okay, bring him to my room, please. scream back. Not too long later, Bri brings Sandro and goes back.

"Alice, are you okay?", his voice sounds, fully concerned. "Yes, I am now, but I still have a bullet to remove, though." "I'll help you, let's just go to your bathroom." he says. I remove my tank top to be left in only my bra. In my bathroom, I have a bottle of vodka, my first-aid kit, and some needles. "Don't be gentle, just remove it, please." "Okay then. Take a sip of the vodka, and then I'll  pull it out." he says. After the process and my hissing from the pain while he bandages me, I look up at him.

We both feel entranced by the mood in the room, and he leans in to kiss me. Hypnotised, I follow his rhythm, and our tongues dance together. "Fuck, I want more of you.", he says out of breath. "Then take me. It's only you and I in here." "You don't have to tell me twice.", he says and attacks my neck. Not too long, and we were both undressed and in the shower with heavy breaths and an endless battle between our lips. "Your body is an unbelievable piece of art, Alice."  he says between pecks. Mhmm, I hum back. He lifts me up in one go and holds me up by his waist.

His breath hitches as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over my body with a mix of firmness and tenderness. He is careful of my injured shoulder, but the rest of me is his to explore. I tighten my legs around him, feeling the hard press of his body against mine. The sensation ignites something deep within me, a raw, primal need I have never known before. The water creates a symphony around us, mingling with our rapid breaths and the soft gasps that escaped my lips. Sandro’s lips leave mine, trailing down my neck. His stubble scratches lightly against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

I arch into him, my body instinctively seeking. The water cascading down around us, the heat from the shower mixing with the steam that fills the small bathroom. My shoulder aches, but it is a distant throb compared to the fire coursing through my veins. Alessandro’s hands, strong and sure, grip my thighs as I cling to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His dark eyes bore into mine, filled with a hunger that makes my breath catch. I had never been this close to him before, not like this. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine despite the heat. I tangle my fingers in his damp hair, pulling him closer, our lips crashing together in a desperate, fervent kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating, each movement of his mouth against mine a blend of desperation and desire.

His breath hitches as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over my body with a mix of firmness and tenderness. He is careful of my injured shoulder, but the rest of me is his to explore. I tightened my legs around him, feeling the hard press of his body against mine. The sensation ignites something deep within me, a raw, primal need I had never known before.

The water created a symphony around us, mingling with our rapid breaths and the soft gasps that escape me once  Alessandro’s lips leave mine, trailing down my neck. His stubble scratches lightly against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I arched into him, my body instinctively seeking more of his touch despite the dull ache in my shoulder.

"Sandro," I breathed, my voice trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "You drive me crazy. "His grip on me tightens, the strength in his arms both reassuring and thrilling as he holds me securely. "Good," he murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with emotion. "I wouldn’t have it any other way." I smile, the intensity of his words resonating deep within me. The world outside the shower melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat and the steam, in the shared connection that binds us together through every trial, every danger.

As our lips find each other again, the kiss is deeper, more intense. The steam swirls around us like a living thing, the water washing away the past and leaving us in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion. His hands move up my back, avoiding my wound, but his touch is everywhere else, setting my skin on fire. I feel him adjust his grip, his hands sliding to cup my ass as he presses me harder against the shower wall. The cool tile is a stark contrast to the heat between us. I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt through my body. Alessandro’s lips move to my ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Tell me what you want, Alice," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "I need to hear you say it."I shiver, the power in his voice makes my heart race. "I want you," I whisper back, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "I want all of you, Alessandro."He groans, a sound that sends a thrill through me. His lips capturing mine again, more demanding this time, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matches my own.

I can feel his arousal pressing against me, the hard evidence of his desire igniting a fire in my core. His hand slides between us, finding the heat between my thighs. I gasp against his mouth, the sensation almost too much. Alessandro’s touch is sure and relentless, his fingers teasing and exploring until I'm trembling in his arms."Alessandro," I moan, the sound of his name a plea on my lips. I need more, crave the release that only he can give me. With a growl, he lifts me higher, aligning our bodies perfectly. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need for him a physical ache. I feel the head of his arousal at my entrance, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders."Please," I whisper, my voice a breathless plea. "Please, Alessandro."He doesn’t make me wait any longer. With a powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping.

Alessandro pauses, his eyes searching mine, ensuring I'm okay. The intensity in his gaze is almost too much to bear. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. I nod, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes," I manage to say. "Don’t stop." He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Alessandro begins to move, each thrust deliberate and controlled, driving me closer to the edge with every stroke. The pain in my shoulder is a distant memory, overshadowed by the waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I met his movements, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The water pounded down around us, the heat and steam adding to the intensity of the moment. Alessandro’s name was a constant litany on my lips, each gasp and moan a testament to the pleasure he was giving me. I felt the tension building, a coil winding tighter and tighter within me.

"Alessandro," I moaned, my voice trembling. "I’m so close. "His grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. "Come for me, Alice," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you. "That was all it took. The coil snapped, and I was lost in a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I cried out, my body trembling in his arms as the orgasm ripped through me. Alessandro followed moments later, his own release a powerful, primal roar that echoed around the bathroom. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, the water washing away the remnants of our passion. Alessandro’s grip on me was still firm, his breath hot against my neck.

I clung to him, my heart racing, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our lovemaking. Slowly, he lowered me back to my feet, his hands still gentle and sure. I looked up at him, seeing the same mix of satisfaction and tenderness in his eyes that I felt in my own heart. "Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice soft this time.I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "I’m more than okay," I said, my voice a whisper. "I’m perfect." Alessandro leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. "You are perfect," he murmured against my mouth.

"And you’re mine."I smiled against his lips, knowing that no matter what happened next, we would face it together. In that moment, in the heat and steam of the shower, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be: in Alessandro’s arms. Everything else didn't matter in that moment.