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The fragrant scent fills the air as he begins to wash my hair. The tenderness of his touch lulls me into a sense of security, and I want to stay with him there all night. Time stretches in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
I feel the warm water running through my hair, then my neck, my breasts and between my thighs. I find myself leaning into his touch, and rub a hand on his arm. He doesn’t say anything, just gets closer to me.
As the final traces of blood are washed away, he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss. I can feel the love he has for me, the care, and the respect.
When he pulls back, he finally grants permission. "You can open your eyes now." I do so happily, my gaze meeting his. He has water droplets all over him and looks like a damn Greek god. The steam swirls around us, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. I look down at myself, the water dripping down my pale skin.
The blood that once stained me is now replaced by the glistening droplets of the shower. A glance in the bathroom’s mirror and see my old self again.
The girl staring back at me, frail but firm, carries a quiet strength in her eyes. He was right, it really all gets better in the end.
Tommaso, standing beside me, handsome as ever, looks at our reflection and smiles. As our eyes meet in the mirror, we hold each other’s hands. I feel at peace. With him. I feel happy and everything seems worth it in the end when he holds me.
We stand together under the running shower—cleansed and in love. Tommaso's hands, still warm from the water, cup my face, and I find myself leaning into the touch. He kisses me, tugging at my lower lip, and I feel a tingle in my stomach.
I realize I’m hungry, I want more.
Chapter Thirty-Four
TOMMASO
The warm water continues to flow and I notice it as it makes way through her body. It turns me on. My gaze lingers on Ella's naked body, the water droplets tracing a path down her skin. The mere view of her breasts and thighs astounds me. She looks like a fucking Greek goddess. There's a subtle vulnerability in her eyes, and every time I move my hands away, she frowns.
She looks at me timidly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I wash you?" I look at her hand, fiddling with a strand of her wet hair. She bites her lower lip. She knows how to do this. Damn well.
"Mhm," I respond, a gentle reassurance in my voice. I turn to face her, allowing her to take the lead now. Her small fingers feel like feathers on my skin. Her body rubs against mine, and I shiver.
I feel her touch like a gentle caress, a silent affirmation that we are alive, that we are here together. The sensations are both calming and electrifying. As her fingers move, I can almost feel the tension of the day slipping away.
Her touch, though hesitant at first, gains confidence with each passing moment. As her fingers move over my skin, I find myself closing my eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over me. I need her. So much. And I cannot imagine waking up and not seeing her face.
She has changed everything in me. Her presence makes me forget about everything else that exists. After she has dried me, I scoop her up in my arms gently and take her to bed. I am about to get her something warm from the closet, but she pulls me by my arm and that is all I need to turn me on. I kiss her hungrily and hold her by the hips in bed, gently massaging them.
"I just want you close," she says, as I wrap my arms around her body. She strokes my hair and my cheek. "Please. Don’t leave me alone."
"Oh, Ella." My mouth claims hers. She tastes of love, sweetness and home. My body responds as I kiss her, her ear, her throat.
I tug her bottom lip with my teeth as I caress her body. My hand gradually moves up to her chest. She trembles as I cup her breast and she moans into my mouth as my fingers find her nipple. "I want you close too," I whisper. I need him.
"I'm here. For you. Only you." Her words light a fire inside me. I kiss her again. Please never leave. You have seen it all. Just don’t leave. I pull her upright while kneeling between her legs and drag off the blanket.
She looks up at me, her eyes dark and full of hunger and longing. Holding her beautiful face, I kiss her, and we sink further onto the mattress. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she kisses me back, matching my fervor. Her tongue in my mouth, eager to please.
Suddenly, she pulls back and pushes against my arms. "Should I still be scared of you?"
"Ella, please…" I whisper, with a little worry. I know she has seen too much. It was too much for her. She's rejecting me. No. I won’t let her drift away.
I tug her earlobe with my teeth and her body bows under my touch, and she gasps. "I'm the same guy you met and had a few drinks with that night at the club. But now I love you. Please don’t stop."
Show me I don’t disgust you anymore. Please. I stop and rub my nose against hers and stare down at her, holding my weight on my arms as I wait for her response. I have to be soft. For her. I wait. Please, Ella.
Tentatively, she reaches up and places her hand on my chest. I gasp and close my eyes. I can do this. Let her take over, Tommaso. Bring your guard down, at least for her. I can do this for her.
She runs her hand up to my shoulder, her fingertips scalding my skin. I groan; I want this so much. I want her to love me how she wants to. But at the same time, I have this urge of spanking her ass red. She is so damn hot.
She pulls me down to her and moves her hands to my back, holding me. Her palms on my flesh. Then, her nails sink into my skin and she claws at my flesh. Branding me. My strangled cry is half groan, half moan.
I bury my face in her neck, hiding, seeking solace from the pain and darkness in me, but kissing her, loving her, as her fingers cross the still-healing scar on my thigh. She kisses her palm and places it on top of the scar. It's makes me warm inside. A feeling I have never had. I kiss her, feverishly, losing myself in her tongue and her mouth as I fight my demons, using only my lips and my hands. They skim over her body while her hands move over mine.
