His Delicate Flame

chapter 25- do not think

Julie felt like she had drums banging loudly in her head. She could feel she was on a soft bed that had a familiar scent. But she could not remember what it was.

She tried opening her eyes but it was like they were glued together. The effort to fully wake herself up exhausted her and she actually found herself falling back into a black oblivion.

When she woke up the second time she could her water running. Was it raining?

She was still on the bed but this time her head was not banging as loud. Just a mild hum and heaviness. With all her might she willed her eyes to open letting out a sigh of relief when she succeeded.

Everything was blurry and her eye stung from the light in the room. Blinking a few time to clear her vision and remove the sting she finally got her focus.

She recognised the room instantly. She was in Alessio's room. How did I get here? She asked herself.

Racking her mind for memories , she remembered the bloody Italian locking her in her room and when she escaped.

Pushing herself into a sitting position she reached for the back of her head. A slight bump was there.

A flashback of her jumping from the window and landing perfectly only to be hit on her head and lights going out on her.

"I'm glad to see you awake."

Julie turned to the voice to see Alessio walking towards her from the bathroom. He only had a towel hanging low on his hips.

She swallowed seemingly rendered speechless with the sight before her as usual. No matter how many times she fought herself she would never deny that the Italian mafia boss was breathtakingly handsome.

Caught in a trance Julie just ogled the bare chest that was still wet. She could feel her body react to the male specimen that now stood next to her on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Alessio asked softly.

"Um... I'm fine?" Julie squeaked but it came out as a question.

"Good." Alessio growled out before suddenly grabbing her by the collar of the t-shirt she was wearing.

"What the-....."

Alessio lifted her up like the weighed nothing and pressed her to the wall next to the bed. His eyes blazing with fury that made her swallow with fear and.... lust?

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He demanded.

"I did not think-...?"

He cut her off. "That's the problem ,you do not think. You could have gotten your ass killed because of your stupidity." Alessio spat at her.

"Get your bloody hands of me you fucking swine." Julie seethed.

Alessio growled in anger again before he smashed his lips to her shocking the life out of her.

His lips ferociously moved against her not giving her a choice but to surrender to his brutal onslaught. Her lips were surely gonna bruise but what the hell.

Julie went from shocked surrender to kissing back with the same rage. The kiss was hard , unyielding and sent a shock of electricity through their entire bodies.

Maybe she had her brains shaken a little too much from the hit but she wanted more. She craved more.

Alessio's hands moved from her collar down her body. They brushed the sides of her breasts making her jerk towards him. They traveled to her waist gripping it tightly before the moved to her bare thighs.

Julie realised she was only in his shirt and her under garments but it just made her more aware of him. Aware that only a few flimsy clothes blocked them.

Grabbing her under her thighs he lifted her and she jumped on him on instinct. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Neither breaking the fight of passion and for dominance between their lips.

Needing oxygen he moved from her now bruised and swollen lips to her neck. He bit and sucked a sensitive part making her moan loudly . Not giving time for her to regain any semblance of control he went back to her lips.

This time the kiss was not about rage. It was deep, smoldering and it drew the desire she had locked deep in her.

Alessio moved her from the wall and dropped her on the bed.

The wind was knocked out of her as she landed and bounced on the bed. She stared at him from under her lashes while gasping for as much oxygen as she could.

With eyes hooded with desire that weakened her ,he joined her putting his hips between her legs. He took the t-shirt in his hands and ripped it in the middle.

Alessio stopped waiting for her to resist or push him away.

Julie stared up at his eyes that moved from her face to her covered chest and down to her lacey underwear.

With one hand on the side of her head hold his weight he traced his fore finger from her lips, chin, between her breasts, over her toned stomach and stopped were her panties started.

He just looked at her.

Julie grew frustrated and impatient.

When he went to pull away from her ,she pulled him to her and rolled them so that she was on top.

Shock went through him but he just smirked at her, eyes challenging her.

Julie sat straddling him. His towel was still wrapped around him somehow but it did nothing to cover the protruding evidence of his desire for her. And that exactly where she sat.

Challenging him back Julie rocked her hips back and forth slightly. It was little pressure but it was enough to make them both moan at the sensation sparked.

Alessio sat up with her still on him. He brought his hand to her shoulders and pulled the torn article of clothing from her.

Throwing away any reservations she might have had Julie put her hands on his shoulders. Ripped muscles tightened under her fingers. With slow and deliberate precision Julie felt each muscle react to her hot touch.

Moving her hand to his surprisingly soft hair she gripped it tightly and yanked his head back making him groan.

With another shuffle of her hip she branded his lips with hers this time dominating him.

Temporarily.