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We didn’t even hear the knock on the door, we were so caught up in each other. An awkward cough interrupted us, causing our lips to break apart and turn to glare at whoever it was.
“Um…Sorry to interrupt,” A pretty, British woman with long brown hair and vibrant green eyes looked between us with embarrassment. “I did knock. Elle, the doctor is here.”
“It’s okay, Liv. Send him in,” Elle beamed, that cheeky twinkle in her eyes as she tried to step out of my tight embrace. So that was Olivia. Giovanni’s wife. And from the small, round bump of her stomach, I guess she was expecting a new Buccini heir. It suddenly clicked. The reason why Elle had sacrificed herself and taken Olivia’s place in that kidnapping. She was protecting that child. Fuck, just when I thought I couldn’t love her anymore.
“What?” she giggled at me as I stared up at her with admiration.
“I just love you. That’s what,” I smirked. “And I told you I don’t need a doctor. I need this,” I said, pulling Elle back into me as an elderly man in a white coat entered the room.
“If you are a good boy and let the doctor check if you are well enough for… this. You will get it,” she smirked at me, tapping my nose as she stood back and I groaned. I moved to lie back on the bed as Liv and Elle whispered and giggled in the doorway before Liv left and Elle closed it. She perched on the end of the bed, looking over my wounds with concern as the doctor started to prod and poke at them.
“You can be completely transparent with me, Don Barbieri. I am the Buccinis’ private doctor. I know all,” he smiled, giving me a perfect bedside manner, but making it clear that gunshots and stab wounds were an everyday occurrence for him.
“Gunshot to the thigh and shoulder. I might have a broken rib. Cuts to my knees and sores on my wrists. Oh, and I probably need some stitches at the back of my head, Doc. But I feel fine.”
Elle’s mouth dropped open as the doctor raised his eyebrow, moving over to my head to inspect it and then shining a small torch in my eyes.
“You probably have a mild concussion and yes, you will need stitches. You are quite a mess,” he chuckled as he cleaned up the head wound. “I am surprised you are still conscious after that amount of trauma to your body.”
“It’s alright. The one thing that needed fixing is fixed so I am on top of the world,” I grinned, looking over at Elle, who shook her head at me with disbelief.
“And what’s that?” The doctor humoured me.
“My heart.”
“Oh dio! You are so cheesy!” Elle burst out laughing, crawling forward to entwine her fingers with mine as the doctor started on the stitches.
“Have you got a naughty nurse’s outfit lying around, Princess?” I grinned cheekily as Elle strolled over to the bed with a wet hand towel and bowl of soapy water. The doctor had given me some pain meds which were making me feel fucking lovely. He cleaned my wounds, stitched and bandaged me up and I felt as good as new. Well, nearly.
“No, I don’t!”
“Oh… well you don’t want to get your clothes wet. I suggest you take them off,” I teased, half expecting her to whip me with the towel, but to my delight she paused by the bed, placing the bowl down and gave me a mischievous smirk.
“They are designer,” she replied, lifting the hem of her top up over her head and then slowly undoing her skirt zip, letting it fall down her legs. My hungry eyes devoured every inch of her curves in her sexy, sage lace underwear. Despite all the drugs that were in my body, the swell of her tits as her breathing increased with the sexual tension in the air had my dick already standing to attention. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be buried deep inside her. The weight of her body on top of mine as we got lost in each other. It had been too fucking long.
“Cazzo. Come here, Princess,” I held out my hand but she refused, shaking her head with a smirk and picking up the cloth to dip it in the soapy water.
She started on my legs, running the damp cloth over my skin and cleaning the cuts on my knees as I dropped my head back on the pillow in defeat. Just feeling the soothing swipe of her hands on my skin was enough. For now. Dipping it back in the water, she climbed up the bed, and straddled my waist carefully, ignoring the massive erection in my boxers as she sat her ass down on it, causing me to groan as my hands caressed her thighs. She wrung the towel out above my chest, the drops of water falling onto my skin, which felt like pure seduction. Using her soft hands, she carefully traced them over the ripples of my abs, being so gentle not to aggravate the bruising or pain in my ribs. I licked my lips as I watched her sultry movements, nursing me to the fucking horniest state I had ever been. As her hands worked over my pecs and up to my shoulders, she leaned over, giving me an irresistible view of her perky tits spilling over her bra.
The playfulness and sexy roleplay were long over when our eyes connected and only overpowering desire hung between us. I needed her. Right now. It felt like I would die if I didn’t have her. She deliberately leaned in closer to me, holding herself up with one hand by my head as her fingers caressed my neck, gliding across the outline of my jaw and then over my parted lips. I opened them wider, allowing her soapy fingers to enter my mouth as I sucked on them gently, our eyes still connected. A sensual gasp, which turned into a small moan, escaped her lips as she pulled her fingers from my mouth, her hips rocking ever so subtly. I could feel the heat of her pussy through our underwear as the friction increased.
My hands moved from her thighs to unclip her bra, throwing it to the floor as I bit into my lower lip at the sight of her tits. Rolling my fingers over one of her pink, pointy nipples, her eyes closed in pleasure as my other hand moved up to her hair, pulling her down to my lips. She halted me, placing her hand around my jaw to stop me from kissing her.
“You need to rest, Alessio. We can’t,” she husked, but there was no conviction in her eyes.
“Saying that is the worst possible torture. More so than everything I have suffered today,” I panted, inching my head off the pillow to brush my lips against hers. “Just let me kiss you. Let me believe that I really can have everything I have ever wanted. That I have you, Elle. Just let me kiss you.”
I waited, holding her gaze. Our lips were inches away. I could feel her sweet breath tickling my skin. The taste of sunshine and palma violets; so temptingly close. She closed her eyes, her hair fanning around my head, cocooning us from the rest of the world as our lips connected with soft, sweet yet fierce passion. The moment our tongues caressed, she let out a loud moan which broke me to pieces and put me back together in the best way possible. Her hips moved on their own accord, only increasing the intense arousal we both felt as her hands held my face and I gripped handfuls of her fine ass. I reached for her lace thong, ripping the side of it and pushing it down the other leg, never breaking our kiss. Her hand moved behind her, grabbing the band of my boxers from underneath her and pulling them down just enough to free my rock-hard dick. We were frantic now, both in our desire to be connected as one again, but also in our need to remember who we are. Who we have always been. Together.
She slid herself down on my length, the warmth and wetness of her tight pussy wrapping around my dick in blissful heaven as we panted against each other's lips. She didn’t stop until she took all of me inside her, causing an animalistic groan to rumble from my chest as she gasped at the fullness. We held each other’s gaze as she slowly rocked herself, sliding my dick in and out of her. Her lips parted in pleasure as I wrapped her hair in my fist, pressing our foreheads together.
“I love you so fucking much,” I growled as my fingers dug into her hips, helping to support her movements. “You are fucking mine, Elle. Forever. Say it.”
“I’m yours. And you are mine,” she breathed, between her gasps of pleasure as she rode my dick the way she needed to. “Per Sempre.”
We both came together, panting hard against each other’s lips and sweat beading on our skin. She lay on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her back, playing with her hair between my fingers.
“Did that hurt?” she husked, her breathing still not quite back to normal as I smiled.
