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“You’re tense.” I work my thumbs along the tight cords in her neck.

“You’d be tense too if investors wanted answers from you yesterday,” she mutters, not looking up.

I press a kiss to the back of her neck. “Want me to distract you?”

She sighs, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t tempt me.”

But something shifts in her posture, softens.

She leans into my touch, eyes fluttering shut. And then her voice comes, quiet but clear.

“Do you miss it?”

I pause. “Miss what?”

“The parties. The girls. The... freedom.”

There’s a beat of silence as I let the question settle.

“I don’t miss the emptiness.”

She turns to face me now, searching my expression. “And this? Us? It’s not empty?”

I lean in, brushing her lips with mine, slow and reverent. “It’s the only thing that’s ever felt full.”

Her breath hitches.

My hands slide to her waist, her laptop forgotten.

We undress slowly, like unwrapping something sacred.

My hands explore her like she’s a map I’ve already memorized but want to rediscover all over again.

She gasps as I kiss down her neck, her collarbone, the soft swell of her breast.

I lower her gently onto the couch and trail kisses over her stomach, my fingers stroking her thighs until they part for me willingly.

She arches the moment my mouth finds her, wet, warm, and already trembling with need.

I groan against her, the taste of her coating my tongue, intoxicating and sweet. I slide my hands beneath her thighs, spreading her wider, anchoring her to me.

“Alessio,” she gasps, hips jerking as I drag my tongue slowly up her center.

I flick over her clit in tight, deliberate circles, then flatten my tongue and lick her with long, greedy strokes.

Her thighs quiver around my shoulders.

She’s soaking. Dripping for me.

“God, dolcezza , you’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, voice muffled in her heat. “You want me that bad? Just from kissing you?”

She moans, high and breathless. “Yes… God, yes.”

“Fuck, you taste like sin.”

I tease her entrance with my tongue, then suck her clit into my mouth until her body jolts, breath catching like she’s unraveling right there in my hands.

She writhes, one hand in my hair, the other gripping the sheets as if they’re the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.

“I want to watch you fall apart. Wanna feel you cum all over my tongue. Let me have it, Soph. Give it to me.”

“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop,” she begs, voice breaking.

I don’t. I double down, tongue fucking her slow and deep while I press two fingers inside her.

She clenches tight around them, slick and hot. Her moans spiral into something feral, her hips grinding against my face, chasing every wave I give her.

Her breath hitches, turning to broken cries.

“That’s it, dolcezza . Ride my face. Let me taste how sweet you get when you cum.”

She comes hard, shuddering around me with a strangled moan of my name, thighs trembling, her whole body seized in pleasure.

I keep going until she’s gasping, twitching beneath my mouth, falling apart all over again.

I rise, lips wet with her release, and she’s already reaching, eyes glazed, mouth parted.

“Come here,” she pants, her eyes drifting toward my cock.

I’m hard as fucking steel.

“I need your cock right now.”

I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and she moans into my mouth.

Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking it with purpose, guiding me toward her soaked core.

“Feel how wet I am for you.” Her voice is dark and daring. “I want you so deep I feel you for days.”

“Say it again,” I growl.

“I want your cock, Alessio. I want you to fuck me so bad.” She begins to rub her swollen nub.

“Look at me.” I line up and push the head of my cock against her entrance. “I want to see your face when I slide inside.”

She holds my gaze as I push in, slow, thick, filling her inch by inch.

Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, back arching as I bottom out. Her walls squeeze around me, so hot and tight I nearly lose it right there.

“God, Alessio, yes. Stretch me. Just like that…don’t stop.”

“Look at me,” I rasp, grabbing her face. “Look at me when I ruin you.”

I start moving, slow at first, grinding deep.

Her walls flutter around me, drawing me in, milking me.

I thrust again, harder this time, and she whimpers, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “You feel so good, dolcezza . So fucking good.”

She moans louder now, matching every thrust, body slick and wild under mine. “Harder, Alessio…please.”

I slam into her, cock buried to the hilt, and she cries out, head thrown back. “Right there…oh, my god, right there!”

“That’s it. Take it. Let me feel how greedy this pussy is.”

I thrust into her with a deep roll of my hips, dragging a moan from her throat.

Every stroke is slow but deliberate, grinding into her just right.

Her fingers claw down my back, nails biting into my skin.

We’re tangled in heat and noise, sweat-slick and breathless, the world narrowing to just us and this desperate rhythm.

“You’re so deep.” She gasps. “God, Alessio…right there, don’t stop.”

Her pussy clenches around me, greedy and perfect.

I thrust harder, faster, chasing that edge as her cries turn to broken sobs of pleasure.

Her whole body shakes as she gets closer again.

“Cum for me,” I growl, fucking her deep and hard now. “Let me feel how tight you get when you cum all over my cock.”

She shatters with a cry, pulsing around me in rhythmic waves.

The sight of her, flushed, wrecked, completely undone, pushes me over the edge.

I groan her name, burying myself deep as I spill inside her, wave after wave of release crashing through me.

We collapse together, sweaty and breathless, hearts racing like thunder.

Later, as we lay tangled, I pull her onto my chest, stroking her back.

“I’m not going to screw this up,” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer right away. Just lies there, her heartbeat slowing against mine.

But I can feel it.

She wants to believe me.

And God, I want to be someone worth believing in.

Sophie falls asleep on my chest, her breath steady, her body warm against mine.

I could stay like this forever, her weight anchoring me to something that feels terrifyingly like peace. Like home.

But peace has always been temporary for me. A blink. A mirage.

I run a hand down her back, careful not to wake her, and stare up at the ceiling.

The kind of quiet I used to hate now feels like the only thing I want. And it scares the shit out of me.

Because for the first time, I want forever.

And for the first time, I’m afraid I’ll ruin it.

Not because I don’t love her.

But because I do.

Because maybe love like this doesn’t survive guys like me.