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I moaned and leaned back onto the pillows, running my hands up his arms and gripping his biceps. I could feel his cock throbbing between us as he shifted positions, trailing kisses down my stomach until he reached my panties. He looked up at me, his expression predatory and sinfully delicious. Alfie pulled the lacy fabric aside, and I lifted my hips off the bed so he could take them off. His eyes darkened with desire as he knelt between my legs, spreading them apart. He inhaled sharply, and I blushed, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his gaze.
But I trusted him.
I trusted him more than I'd ever trusted anyone. I realized that, now.
His eyes met mine, and he held my gaze as he leaned down and trailed his tongue me, tasting me. I shivered, my body arching into his touch.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. He pressed his tongue flat against my clit, and I gasped, my hips bucking against him. He worked me into a fever-pitch with his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking until I was a trembling mess. I was panting, my breathing ragged as I writhed beneath him, the pressure building inside me. My hands flew to his head, threading my fingers through his hair. He held me down, his hands firm on my hips, and I gripped his curls, pleading with him to go faster, to give me what I needed. He obliged, driving me higher and higher until finally, the pleasure peaked, and I cried out as the orgasm tore through me, wringing me out from the inside out.
Alfie sat up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. I was still panting, my body trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He gave me a satisfied grin, and I felt my cheeks flame. It was the perfect way for things to end; violence and retribution tempered by softness and vulnerability.
Alfie shifted, levering his body over me until I was caged protectively by his muscular frame, and in one firm thrust, he hilted himself inside me. I cried out as he filled me, and Alfie dropped his head, his lips crashing into mine in a searing kiss. He began to move, his hips grinding against mine as set a torturingly slow pace.
Alfie buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He thrust into me harder, deeper, as if he were trying to claim me as his own.
"Fuck, you’re perfect," he growled, his rhythm faltering as he fought to hold on. My back arched, and fire shot through my veins, incinerating me. The orgasm tore through a second later, my vision whitening, the force of it crashing over me like a tsunami. Alfie gripped my shoulders, driving himself into me one final time before he came. He cried out, his body shuddering against mine, as the pleasure crested and broke, and we came apart in each other's arms.
Afterward, we fell back breathing heavily, tangled together in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Alfie pulled my head into his arms, and I lay quietly, listening to his heartbeat slow as I traced the dips and curves of his chest painted by tattoos, lingering over the ugly bruise between his pecs where the bullet had impacted the vest. Too close.
Alfie brushed a lock of hair from my forehead and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
"I’m in love with you, Emilia.” he murmured, his voice husky. “I understand it, now, because I feel it, here. I feel you. Here.”
He tapped the skin over his heart, the only part of that living canvas that was blank and unmarked save for the bullet’s bruise. He was trembling. I looked up at him, my eyes wide. I hadn't expected those words from him, not after everything that had happened tonight, but I knew exactly what I wanted to say.
I gently kissed his bruised heart. "I love you, too."
The words came easily, but they were true. I did love him, even if it was dangerous for us both.
"I'm no saint," he said.
"No. You're not." I placed my hand on the bullet’s mark and felt his heart thump hard in answer. "But you're a good man, Alfie Doyle."
Alfie's face split into a grin, and he kissed me deeply. The kiss was possessive and full of promise, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
This was only the beginning.
