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The room was bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight. I loved this room after dark.
Almost every night — for two years now — I fell in love all over again with Annabelle. It had nothing to do with the time of day, but there was something particularly beautiful about her under the soft lunar lights.
It cast an aura around the room that illuminated her precious skin beautifully.
I held her tightly in my arms, her presence enough to soothe my soul forever.
Her delicate frame pressed against me, our bodies molded together as if they just — fit.
Like we were made for one another.
As I gazed into her eyes, our legs intertwining within the sheets, I felt like the rest of the world had fallen away. It sort of did, if I was being honest. I had left the family business behind.
Annabelle and I had moved into the apartment above The Flask.
We felt it was the best place to have minimal mob contact since Tony was okay with it anyway.
Dimitri had taken the family over and he was doing a great job.
I was proud.
It was his turn.
The weight of everything in my past was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, but maybe being with her was going to soften the blow of it all.
Every time she touched me, there was a whole new revelation. Something undiscovered
Something special. Something that could ignite a fire within me that burned with desire and tenderness.
No one had ever done that to me.
It was all lust before.
All passion.
With Annabelle, I felt passion — but also something deeper.
I traced the contours of her face, memorizing the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. With each gentle caress, I hoped to convey just how far my love reached.
Words could never capture the intensity.
I could only hope my actions might — at least a glimpse.
In silence, we communicated in a language that transcended words. It was one of complete, unadulterated love; and one of undisclosed vulnerability.
It was the solace and the understanding of our promises to one another — spoken and unspoken.
Every breath we shared seemed to draw us closer, merging our souls in a dance of profound intimacy. The room I had once captured her in — and now our bedroom — seemed to fade away, leaving only the echo of our heartbeats mingling.
My tongue found hers and together we groaned in pleasure.
Annabelle pulled away and bit her lip in arousal before closing her eyes and nodding her head softly as if giving me permission to continue.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to waste any time.
I lifted her shirt over her head and tossed the fabric somewhere on the floor. It was gone. Forgotten.
She seemed to hold her breath as I looked at her like it was the first time all over again.
