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As we stand in the midst of this breathtaking suite, surrounded by all the world has to offer, I wonder if the price of love is worth the potential fallout. But looking into Dario's sincere eyes, I can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, it might be.
I glance away from Dario, trying to hide the sadness that's taking over my expression. I can feel his concern as he watches me, but I'm not sure how to explain the turmoil inside me.
"Jasmine," Dario says gently, reaching out to cup my face with his warm hand. "What's wrong? You look so sad all of a sudden."
His touch is tender, and I struggle to find the words to express my fears. My past experiences have taught me that love comes with pain, and I've spent years building walls around my heart to protect it. But with Dario, it feels like those walls are crumbling, and I'm terrified of what might happen.
"Everyone I've ever loved has ended up hurting me," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can bear it happening again."
Dario's eyes soften as he listens to my confession, and I can see the understanding there. He knows nothing about my difficult past, the abuse I've suffered, the betrayals I've faced. And yet, he's still here, willing to be patient with me as I grapple with my own insecurities.
"Jasmine," he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "I won't pretend that I can promise you a life without pain or challenges. But what I can promise you is that I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never feel alone or neglected."
The sincerity in his voice makes my heart swell, and I can't help but believe him. Despite the dangers that surround us, despite my role as a spy, it's becoming harder and harder to remember why I should this beautiful, rare thing we have growing between us.
The silence between us feels heavy, charged with an electricity that seems to pull us closer. Dario's eyes search mine, as if trying to understand the complexity of my emotions.
I can see the same vulnerability in his gaze that I feel coursing through me. For a moment, it feels like our covers have slipped away, leaving just the two of us – Jasmine and Dario, stripped of pretense.
"Jasmine," he breathes, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends shivers down my spine, awakening a desire that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
"Dario," I whisper back, feeling myself drawn towards him like a moth to a flame. Our lips meet in a passionate, heated kiss that leaves me breathless. Tongue against tongue, lips against lips. He takes his hand and places it behind my neck, claiming me as his own.
As our kisses deepen, I find myself being led towards the plush king-sized bed at the center of the suite. Our actions are filled with urgency, yet there's an undeniable tenderness present as well.
We stand beside the bed, Dario's hands roam over my body, making me feel cherished and desired in a way I never thought possible.
Dario's warm hands find the zipper of my dress, slowly lowering it as his fingers brush against my skin.
"Jasmine," he whispers, his voice full of admiration, "you are breathtaking." I can feel my cheeks heating, a blush spreading across my face.
Dario carefully slides my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The air in the gorgeous hotel suite seems to grow colder, and goosebumps rise on my skin as Dario's strong hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer. His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses that makes my heart race.
"Your body," he murmurs between kisses, "is a work of art, and I am the luckiest man alive to be able to touch it."
His hands move from my hips to cup my breasts, gently fondling them as his lips travel along my collarbone. Each touch is deliberate and reverent, like he's committing every inch of me to memory. My breathing grows heavier, and my mind starts to blur with desire.
"Please, Dario," I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
Dario's hands move down my body, exploring every inch of me as though he's studying a delicate masterpiece. His touch sends shivers up my spine. It's been so long since anyone has made me feel this way – seen, cherished, and desired.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice gentle and full of concern.
I nod, swallowing hard. "Yes, Dario. Please."
He smiles softly, understanding the trust I'm placing in him. With slow, determined movements, he lays me down on the bed and positions himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. As he enters me, we both gasp at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
"Jasmine," he breathes, his voice filled with awe and love. "You're incredible."
His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. I feel full, stuffed, and I get wetter and wetter, wanting more of him.
Within moments, our bodies are a tangled mess as we give in to the raw desire that has been building between us. I claw at his back, leaving marks as the overwhelming pleasure consumes me.
Our movements become more frantic and animalistic, fueled by our insatiable need for one another. Sweat beads on our skin as we lose ourselves in each other.
"Ah, Dario," I moan, my voice lost in the sound of our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart. "You feel so fucking good.""Guardami, Jasmine." – Look at me, Jasmine – he commands gently, his eyes locked on mine.
The command in his gaze makes my chest tighten, and I realize just how deeply I have fallen for this man. I would do anything for him. And for that, I am terrified.
