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The hunger is swirling, trying to dislodge her and fuck her, but Ella's fingers are on me. Caressing me. Feeling me. Gentle. Loving. And I steel myself against my urge and my darkness.
I trail my lips down to her breasts and close them around one nipple, tugging until it's hard and standing at attention. She groans as her body rises to meet mine, and she scrapes her fingernails across the muscles on my back. It's too much to handle. Fire erupts in my chest, hammering my heart.
"Oh, fuck, Ella," I gasp out and stare down at her. She's panting, eyes bright and brimming with sensuality. This is turning her on. Fuck.
Taking a deep breath to slow my pounding heart, I skate my hand down her body, over her belly, to her wet pussy. I cup her, and my fingers are wet with her. Easing them inside her, I circle her, and she pushes her pelvis up to meet my hand.
"Ella." Her name is a solicitation. I release her, and her hands fall away so she's no longer touching me.
“Thank you for trusting me.” I find the words falling out on their own. I am in love. I am in love? I slide my arms under her and pick her up, so she is facing my groin. I take her chin with two fingers and move her head to face my cock.
“Take it," I order. Her fingers are now on my cock and it feels like torture.
"Steady. You are going to unman me, Ella.” I say as she puts it in her wet mouth. She starts to suck it gently and then harder. Tugging at it. God. She has magic in her.
She gives me a quick, possessive smile and pulls herself up. She places her warm hands on my chest and pushes me on the bed. She licks her lips and sinks down on me, taking me, inch by inch.
"Ah." I tilt my head back and close my eyes. “I'm yours, Ella.” She grabs my hands and starts to move, up and down.
“Oh, baby–” Leaning forward, she kisses my chin and runs her teeth over my jaw.
“I'm going to come– Ella!” Shit. I still her with my hands on her hips.
“Slow down, baby.” Please, let's take this slow. Her eyes are on fire with passion and excitement. I gently ease my cock out and gently push her back so she lies down on the bed. Her eyes widen with sheer delight and she spreads her hands on my chest. It's blistering. I cry out and thrust my cock deep inside her.
"Ah," she whimpers, and her fingernails trail through my chest hair. Tantalizing me. Teasing me. I like that.
I run my lips along the length of her shoulder, kissing and sucking, as my arousal strains inside her. She braces her hands on the bed and groans while I kiss my favorite spot beneath her ear. I moan my appreciation as I suck her boobs again. She has great tits. Responsive, too.
“You’re ethereal,” I moan as I start giving her strokes, not too hard, and not too gentle. She starts to moan, softer and deeper. It doesn’t feel like just sex anymore.
For the first time I feel like I’m making love to her. I feel her quiver and she opens her eyes, looking at me. She never looks at me like that. With so much love and hunger. She shudders again and I know she is about to come.
“Let it all out,” I whisper in her ear, “Come for me.” She moans and takes a big exhale. I pick up my pace and thrust in her with force as I feel my cock ready to explode inside her.
“Oh. OH. OH!” I press my forehead to hers as I release my cum inside her. I instantly kiss her on the forehead.
“This must be love.”
The room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp. I stand by the window, the city outside slowly awakening to the dawn. As I turn to face her, I catch the curiosity in Ella's eyes, her question lingering in the quiet space between us.
"Tommaso," she begins, her voice gentle, "do you ever feel... bad about what you do?"
I move to sit beside her on the bed. "It's not about feeling good or bad. It's about survival, about maintaining order in a world that can be chaotic and unforgiving. It’s been like that after my father’s death."
Her gaze remains fixed on mine, a silent invitation to continue. "But what about the people who get hurt? The lives that are affected by the choices you make?"
I take a moment before responding, the weight of her question pressing on me. "Ella, in my world, decisions aren't always black and white. There are thousands of in-between shades of gray, compromises that must be made to protect those I care about."
The sincerity in my tone doesn't escape her, and she pushes further. "Doesn't it ever wear you out? The guilt of those decisions?"
I sigh because she has only just glimpsed what my life looks like. "It's not about wearing down. It's about carrying the weight of it. The choices I make, the paths I tread, they are a part of who I am. And sometimes, they're necessary for the greater good, even if the road is lined with thorns."
Her attempts to understand resonate with me, and I like the genuine concern in her eyes. "But what about your own good? Your own peace of mind?"
I lean back, contemplating her words. "Peace of mind is a luxury, one that's not afforded to people like me. I've accepted the consequences that come with the life I lead."
"Is… there no way out? No escape from this cycle?"
