The heartbeat of a mafia boss (Under editing)

Love

I won't stop kissing her, I can't neither I will. She is back and she is mine like before, only mine.

He will not leave, he shouldn't leave me ever, I will haunt him till the end of the world. He is mine only mine.

Both were in the hall kissing each other passionately till the other's left as they couldn't watch them further neither they wanted to stop them.

Doll bites on his lips, he hisses shortly and pulls closer to a long kiss, he wasn't ready to leave her never again would he let her go.

Doll placed her hands around his neck, she again bites him and he stopped, she was out of breath and needed a break, "I love you." She said to him pressing her nose to his.

"I love you too," he lifts her in his arms and carries her the way to their room, he hasn't decorated it, but someone did.

Doll looked at the roses, they were everywhere, she was happy and lost in their fading beauty.

"King the Roses dies as soon as they are plucked, right?" Doll looked at him waiting for an answer.

"You know it, when they die they turn into soil and soil is the source of their existence," She smiles, "really?" King cups her face, "and water." He added it.

Doll widen her eyes, "when we will die what will happen to us?"

King pulls her close, "we will become soil too." He kisses her lips.

Doll wasn't interested, he could feel it that her mind was divided.

"Doll look we met after so many days again, don't you want to make a bit love with me?"

King has never forced her, neither would he do such a thing, "King I want to know one more thing." She said and King nodded, "okay fine, ask me I will answer you."

Doll took the rose in her hand, "We aren't different, this is a plant and we are humans, we need each other to survive, right?"

King nodded, "yes, we end up in the same place under the earth and transform into it."

"Okay, so it's not a crime to pluck it?"

King pulls her close, "I don't know, but if you don't like it, we won't do it."

Doll was thinking, "but that would mean I won't get roses from you."

King smiles, his smile was magnetising her, she was like in a spellbound coming closer to him.

"I love you more than roses," She kisses his lips, "do you love me more than your guns?"

King frowns, "my guns?" He asked her a bit confused, "why you think I love my guns?"

Doll cups his face, "you remember back home I wanted to have one and you refused it."

King laughs, "because there were hard to handle, I bought you one for you did you forget that?"

She shook her head, "I think you love your guns more than me."

King pulls her head back, the veil of her head fall over his hand, "I don't think so, you are not only my love. You are my heartbeat my source of living a life and taking breaths, each time you weren't here I wasn't myself, thought I never wanted to be like this, but you made me to feel it again."