Alina
"Please don't fuck this up, Alina. Just this one thing. Let us finally have this one nice thing," I think to myself, gazing up at Morello and thinking about how perfect everything feels in this moment.
As the words form in my mind, my heart pounds out a frantic beat.
The weight of the promise and the knowledge that this is real, that Morello truly means it, is heavy on my chest.
Yet, as I look into his intense, unwavering gaze, I find the strength to give him the only answer my heart can bear.
"I..." My voice catches in my throat as he reaches up to brush away the single tear that escaped my eye, "I..."
The anticipation hangs thick in the air as Morello’s breath stills, waiting for me to finish.
"I..." I swallow hard, my heart pounding out of my chest, "I'll... I'll try not to fuck it up too."
A slow, tender smile stretches across his lips, "That's all I can ask for." He leans in, closing the distance between us, andpresses a soft, reverent kiss to my trembling lips. This kiss is different, sealing a promise, promising a future.
Through the blur of my tears, I see stars exploding behind my eyelids, and I know I've finally found my home.
My heart pounds in my chest as I press my body against Morello's, our heated breaths mingling in the dimly lit room.
His eyes, usually so stoic and guarded, blaze with a fire that make my knees weak.
After everything that’s happened, the tension between us is too much to bear any longer.
I trace my fingers along his jaw, my fingertips dancing over his stubble, and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out on his arms.
"I've been wanting to touch you again so badly," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "Now it's all I want to do."
Morello's temporary restraint breaks like a dam, and he growls, "Me too," before his lips crash against mine.
The kiss is anything but gentle, our tongues clashing in a wild dance as we devour each other. I moan into his mouth, the sound spurring him on as one of his hands finds its way to my hip, pulling me even closer.
The other dips lower, sliding under my shirt to caress my soft, bare skin.
"I need more," he rasps, his voice raw with need.
I don't hesitate; I unbutton his pants and free his hard length from its confines.
"Me too," I say, running my fingers along his shaft.
"Fuck, Alina," he groans, his brows furrowing in pleasure. "I can't take it anymore.”
Heat pools between my thighs as he roughly kisses me once more, backing me up against the wall, his grip on my throat both thrilling and terrifying.
"Neither can I," I moan, arching my hips against him as his hands frenziedly explore my body.
I wrap a leg around his waist, my core aching for him.
With a growl of desire, Morello sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the nearby bed, our clothes flying off, our kisses ravenous and desperate.
Our union is explosive, our bodies intertwining in a desperate dance of lust, love, and longing.
"I want you," Morello growls, his voice guttural as he tastes my neck, one hand sliding down to cup me between my legs.
"Yes," I moan, arching my hips into his touch.
Slowly, Morello lowers his head to my core, his tongue flicking at my clit, sending me reeling over the edge.