The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

No words were spoken. Only our bodies spoke, moving with each other’s in ease. Our harsh breathing filled the room, and our eyes stayed on each other through it all.

Leaning his forehead on mine, he grasped my thighs and pushed them upward until I was opened to him.

“I got you,” he muttered.

I was balancing over the edge, ready to fall, and I begged Alessio silently. My body was strung tight, my muscles corded together. I needed relief. I needed him.

I knew he was close when his thrust became faster. Alessio reached underneath me and cupped my back, tilting me upward as he plunged forward again.

As soon as he rested deep inside me, my orgasm exploded with such ferocity. My vision blurred as my body went limp under Alessio. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was broken into tiny pieces. I was floating, a limp mess.

He thrust into me one final time. Deeper and harder. And I heard him groan loud and deep, his face twisted almost painfully as he twitched above me with his orgasm. His hips jerked against mine. He quivered with his release as we came together.

In that moment, I was his. Only his.

Our eyes were connected, but our souls came together too, bonding, holding tight, refusing to ever let go.

Alessio let go and laid on top of my shaking body, heaving desperately for breath as I did the same. I couldn’t process what just happened. My mind was fuzzy, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around Alessio’s shoulders.

Was this how it felt? To be with someone…like this?

Tears blinded my vision as I quickly blinked them away. Alessio buried his face in my neck, and he placed a kiss there.

Finally lifting his head, he looked at me with soft blue eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm…”

“Sure?”

“Mhm.”

He let out a small laugh. “Is that all you can say?”

“Mhm.”

I really couldn’t say anything else. My body was sore and languid. I could barely keep my eyes open.

“Have I worn you out, kitten?” he whispered before taking my lips in a sweet kiss.

“Mhm.”

Pulling back, he chuckled at my lack of words. He gave me a quick peck on the nose before rolling off me.

I closed my eyes, my body still spread over the bed, too tired to move. I heard the water run in the washroom, and then a few minutes later, I felt something warm between my legs.

My eyes opened to see Alessio cleaning me with a warm towel. “I got you,” he whispered the same words again.

He went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel before walking out in all his nakedness again. Alessio joined me on the bed and pulled the cover over us. Lying on his back, he pulled me into him until I was half on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my arms thrown over his waist, and my legs tangled with his.

I sighed and snuggled tighter into his warm and safe embrace.

Alessio placed a kiss on my forehead, his arms tightening around my back in a protective manner. “Sleep, Ayla.”

With the sound of his beating heart to my ear, I let sleep take over, letting my mind and body go.

But before I fell asleep, a thought registered into my mind. I smiled sleepily, my heart dancing with happiness.

Alessio didn’t fuck me.

He made love to me.

Chapter 4

Alessio

Ayla made a slow descent over my cock, and as soon I rested deep inside her, I saw panic flash in her eyes, her body freezing for a second. My fingers instinctively tightened on her hips.

I could sense her spiraling down toward the darkness, but I wasn’t going to let her lose herself again.

“Ayla, open your eyes,” I demanded quickly. Her eyes snapped open instantly, fear glistening in her pleading green eyes. She wanted this, as much as me, yet she was scared of falling back into the darkness.

I tried to soothe her, and slowly, the fear started to disappear from her eyes.

“Easy and slow. We’re taking it slow,” I soothed with my words.

Slow. A strange word to describe sex. I’ve never done slow before. It used to be just raw fucking. But with Ayla, it was different.

Ayla seemed to accept my words, and her body relaxed.

There was only me and her.

Not my past or hers. It was just us. Alessio and Ayla. Both of us lost in each other’s eyes. Both of us lost in each other.

I never thought it was possible to feel that way. To feel so deeply connected to one person, but with Ayla, I felt it. Her fear, her pain…it was my own. In this moment, I felt everything.

A moan escaped past her lips, and that was enough to snap the little shred of control I had. “Ayla, I’m going to switch us around.” I groaned as her pussy clenched around my cock.