37.Alin
Alin
We enter the apartment, Luca carrying me in his arms, and I whimper in pain with each step he takes.
“It’s okay, keep going, just a little more,” I assure him when he stops to check if I’m alright.
He seems hesitant to continue, but he listens anyway. I bury my head in his chest, so he won’t see me biting my lips to hold the pain inside. Just a bit more, Alin.
Mariano waits for us in Luca’s bathroom, filling the tub with water.
When the tub is full, Luca carries me to the toilet, sits me down carefully, and finally removes the cloth gown from around my body. The pain is unbearable, and Luca is busy giving Mariano a few threatening looks while I’m suffering here.
Luca will always be Luca . Somehow, I find this fact relieving.
A sharp groan escapes my lips as he continues to remove the bandages from my gunshot wounds, his eyes clouding as they land on my exposed injuries. It looks like he drifts into his own world for a few moments.
“I’m really okay,” I reassure him. “Put me in the water, and I’ll be good as new in a few hours,” I promise, sending him a calming smile.
He doesn’t say a word, his eyes betraying an internal struggle. Placing one hand behind my back and the other under my legs, he lifts me carefully and lowers me into the bathwater.
I wince for a moment as the water touches my wounds, but my body starts to change and adapts instantly.
Mariano jumps back in surprise and mutters a quick curse under his breath.
“I’ll never get used to seeing this,” he says, raising his hands in surrender and giving me an apologetic look before leaving the bathroom.
If I weren’t in so much pain right now, I would laugh at the situation. I submerge my entire upper body into the water, closing my eyes and beginning to absorb it into my wounds.
The water gradually numbs the pain, and I find myself addicted to the enveloping sensation. Underwater, the absolute silence calms all the chaos I’ve experienced recently, and my body relaxes from the burdens weighing it down.
Beside me, Luca is here, fighting my battles and saving me time and time again.
As much as I wasn’t ready to admit it in the past, he is my home.
I smile, recalling all the arguments we had at the beginning.
I’m grateful he’s someone who never gives up on what he wants; otherwise, we wouldn’t be here together now.
I wouldn’t know the feeling of finding my other half in life.
Perhaps I’d be back with my parents in the ocean, planning a wedding they’ve postponed for ages because of me.
I chuckle, imagining the look on my personal servant’s face when she discovered I had escaped.
She was always such a drama queen, with facial expressions that could replace subtitles in movies.
When I find the time to tell Cora everything, I’ll have to introduce them, just so we can laugh about her together.
I need to share everything with her, no matter the cost.
My thoughts drift to the day I met Cora, the day everything began...
I wake up in the bathtub, realizing I must have fallen asleep here for quite a while because when I sit up, I see Luca leaning against the sink, sleeping peacefully.
He’s been in that position so long he doesn’t even wake up at the sound of the water moving as I shift back to my legs.
He’s always quick to respond to everything around him, so he must not have slept much recently.
‘Luca lost it,’ I recall Cora’s words from the safe house, and my heart swells as I look at him.
I scoop up the water into a large water ball, quickly swing my legs out, and carefully release the water back into the tub, trying to avoid waking him. He needs every bit of sleep he can get.
Stretching my arms above my head, I notice my wounds have completely disappeared. I feel rejuvenated, as if an electric fish just charged me.
Tiptoeing toward the towel rack by the sink, I reach for Luca’s black bathrobe, but suddenly feel a hand caress my bare back. I jump in surprise and accidentally knock the toothbrush off the sink edge onto the floor.
“Oops,” I say quickly, sending a half-apologetic, half-amused look Luca’s way as I realize he’s awake and watching me.
“Alin, you’re alright?” He asks with concern, scanning my shoulders with his eyes and running his hand over where the bullets had pierced my shoulders.
I nod with a smile at his question and kiss his nose playfully, wanting to replace his pained look with a hungry one, but he looks so exhausted.
“Wow, there’s really not a trace of the injuries. How is that even possible?” His curiosity deepens. “So you’re telling me all I needed to do was throw you in water the moment I found you?” he sighs, a frustrated, choked laugh escaping him.
“You would have saved a few stress wrinkles if you had done that, yes,” I laugh, spreading my legs to straddle his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.
The hungry look I sought in his eyes surfaces. His gray eyes lighten again like the sun emerging after a storm, sparkling with anticipation.
He grabs my backside, pulling me closer, and brings his lips to mine with a slow, intoxicating approach that I can’t resist. I press my lips to his, and he opens them, allowing me to explore, maintaining restraint and teasing my back with gentle caresses.
“I guess you didn’t really miss me...” I say with a fake protest, standing up, continuing the broken-hearted act like a little girl who didn’t get the food she asked for.
He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, pressing me against his chest, and carries me out of the bathroom to his room.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my legs behind his back as he carefully lays me down on his bed, positioning himself above me.
His familiar scent now rises from the sheets as well, intoxicating me and clouding my senses.
“I didn’t miss you; I was completely lost without you,” he whispers close to my ear, his breath sending shivers through my body, making my breathing heavier in anticipation. My heart pounds fiercely.
He’s the drug that revives my body every time, and I’m the addict who always craves more.
Moving to my lips, he kisses them softly and teasingly. I press my body closer to him, craving more of his touch. He grabs my waist, pinning me down onto the soft silk sheets beneath me, keeping me from moving any further.
Tracing my neck with his lips, he makes my skin prickle and goosebumps rise. He runs soft kisses along my collarbone and down my stomach, his fingers lightly brushing my stiff, erect nipple. A quiet moan escapes my lips.
My chest arches toward him as one hand still holds my waist firmly to the bed, and I try to shift enough for his hand to reach my sensitive areas below.
A slight growl escapes his mouth, and he releases his grip on me, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down along with his boxer briefs, revealing his throbbing erection to me.
I’ve been kidnapped, locked in a stinking cell for days, shot, and all I want after all that is to feel this man deep inside me, to let him possess me and take me to new heights. I am an addict.
Our eyes lock, and his breathing deepens as he leans over me, never breaking our gaze.
In a moment of abandon, he presses his erection against my already throbbing entrance, but he quickly withdraws, flipping me onto my stomach and gripping my buttocks firmly, spreading them to expose my most sensitive area.
His finger glides over my exposed skin, wetting it with my fluids, and a loud moan escapes me as his finger delicately strokes my clit.
The pace he sets threatens to overwhelm me.
Withdrawing his finger, he leaves a cool dampness, and circles my back entrance with his thumb now before gradually pushing it inside.
I tighten around his thick digit as it fills me.
He kisses my lower back, and before I can process it, he thrusts deeply into my wet core in one swift motion, his thumb still inside me.
“I can’t hold back with you,” he whispers in a hoarse voice, and I gasp a little at the sudden fullness.
He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. His thumb inside my back entrance adds an extra layer of sensation, making me moan uncontrollably. I arch my back, pressing my hips up to meet his thrusts, craving more.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice husky with desire. I can only nod, lost in the overwhelming sensations.
He picks up the pace, his hips slamming into mine with a powerful rhythm that leaves me breathless. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, his grunts of effort, and my gasps of pleasure. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“Luca, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for, just knowing I need more.
He responds by removing his thumb and inserting two fingers inside me, stretching me further and heightening the sensation. I cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me soaring higher. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in slow circles that make my entire body shudder.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice, every nerve in my body tingling with anticipation. He thrusts harder, faster, driving us both toward the climax that’s been building for so long.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill through me. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His words send me over the edge, and I scream his name as my orgasm crashes through me.
My body convulses, gripping tightly around his dick and fingers as waves of pleasure pulse through me.
He doesn’t relent, continuing to thrust and stroke me through my climax, prolonging the ecstasy until I’m left trembling and spent.