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The two of us panted heavily, his breaths hitting the side of my neck as he collapsed into the small space between my body and the couch. Our position was very intimate, but we didn't say anything. Coming down from our high, I pondered what had happened. With a pounding like that, if I weren’t already pregnant, I would have been then.
Falling into my primal need with Alexander didn't make me feel regret like I thought I would feel. Instead, it felt…right. The only thing that complicated this matter was my feelings toward him. I knew I no longer felt resistant to him as I did before.
My brain was mush, and I couldn't think straight. Everything about this situation was confusing. From being angry at each other to fucking each other. I didn't understand how our relationship functioned.
There was no time to dwell deeply on the matter, not when I was sweaty and sticky. Now that I was no longer soaring in the heavens and had descended back to earth, I felt uncomfortable and needed a bath.
"Are you okay?" Alexander whispered, a far cry from the possessive and cruel man that just fucked my brains out.
"Yeah. Just sticky and tired, like I just got my brains fucked out." I hummed, which elicited a soft laugh from him.
"I'm going to pull out now." He warned, and I hummed, too tired to open my mouth.
The moment Alexander pulled out, my ring muscles tightened involuntarily. The absence of the fullness inside of me made me scrunch my face. My eyes were too heavy for me to open them. Still, I heard Alexander chuckling gently, presumably at my facial expression.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned."
But my limbs were lethargic. I didn't want to move. Thankfully, I didn't have to. Alexander caught onto my exhaustion, and I felt his strong arms wrap around me before I was gently lifted into the air.
I slipped in and out of consciousness, vestiges of sleep threatening to bring me under at any moment. I knew I was placed on a soft surface that sank under my weight. The arms wrapped around me slowly left my body, leaving me feeling unsettled as if I had felt safe within that embrace. Before long, I could hear footsteps approaching the bed, followed by the touch of a wet fabric that ran mildly over my body, wiping away all traces of our session.
I groaned at the cold sensation before I was shushed by a loose kiss on my lips, causing him to sigh in relief. If I had been more awake, I would have been surprised at such an intimate gesture and wondered what it meant, but since I wasn't, the motion flew over my scrambled brain. I also distantly felt my sprawled-out hair being patted down and rearranged more comfortably.
And while my mind remained hazy, I registered myself being cocooned in a blanket before being wrapped in a tight embrace before a light kiss was placed on my forehead while my tresses were played with.
Even while heavily ladened with sleep, I could still feel Alexander's gentleness. His actions further scrambled my mind. Still, I enjoyed the intimate touches and caresses.
I slipped further under the influence of dreamland and heard a whisper.
“Sleep well, il mio tesoro.”
Treasure. He called me his treasure again. Fuzzy feelings warmed my body and made me realize how much I liked the nickname. It especially made me feel warm when he called me his…treasure.
Oh.
Oh.
How ironic that I would figure it out when I was on the brink of sleep. It made sense. I was tired. Thus, I had no energy to keep up the mental barriers I had kept up to keep fighting against what I subconsciously knew.
I liked it when he called me his treasure…because I liked him.
I liked Alexander Romano.
Chapter 14
Alexander
Therewasnodoubtthat I had fallen for Aryana. As to what extent, that was left to be determined. The more time I spent with her, the more I found her intriguing despite how much she liked to challenge me with defiance. It was her spit-fire attitude and rebellious attitude that drew me in.
For some reason, she made me easily lose control. I had meant to berate her for her reckless behavior. Still, I was aroused by the fire in her eyes and desperate to taste her body again.
After the sex we had, it made me wonder how I hadn't gone insane from not having my way with her all this time. Her body was like an aphrodisiac, making me crave more, but I wasn't sure where we stood with each other. On the one hand, she only saw me as a means of survival. On the other hand, I also knew she was attracted to me; otherwise, she wouldn't have slept with me just a couple of hours ago.
If my father were here, he would probably laugh at me and call me a fool. I never had time for love. To me, it had been an unnecessary emotion and an unwanted burden. I had seen what 'love' had done to my father when my mother died. Sometimes, I wondered what would have happened to him if I hadn't been around for him to devote his love to. Full of love for my deceased mother, he stayed celibate, not touching another woman.
I recalled how I had laughed at him when he told me I would one day find someone I would love. Now, looking at Aryana, I felt my previous beliefs wavering. I did not love Aryana, but could it change in the future? I remembered what my father told me about my rendezvous with random women whenever the urge hit me.
He had said, "Lust can be exciting. I'm not saying it isn't, but where does it lead to? What is its purpose? Everyone I know who prefers lust to love has been damaged. They won't trust anymore; you can't have love without trust. It just isn't possible. So yeah, you can hit the internet and have more "partners" than a prostitute, and you'll still be lonely inside. Nothing can touch that but a true lover, trustworthy and kind. So don't give up on love, the real deal and not the ones you see on the television, mio figlio. Your love is your best friend, confidant, and eternal refuge. If we have a moral compass, and I believe we do despite our profession, what else could be true north but true love? I am not saying you should be a prude, mio caro figlio. You're too precious to waste yourself in these shallow ways, dead ends when you need a sanctuary for your soul. Non lasciare che la lussuria sia la tua rovina.”
