I cry out, my nails digging into his back as the orgasm hits me like a freight train.
As my breathing returns to normal, I look into his eyes, the darkness in them both terrifying and arousing.
But he doesn’t stop there.
Morello’s skilled hands leave no inch of my aching body untouched, eliciting moan after moan.
He knows just how to touch me, as if he can read my mind.
His mouth and hands travel all over my body, from my earlobes to my hardened nipples, to my soaked pussy.
"Morello, I need you inside me again," I pant, my hips gyrating against his rock-hard arousal.
"You've got me," he growls, entering her with a single, powerful thrust.
We move as one, our bodies slick with sweat and desperation.
Our hips collide in a frenzied rhythm, our moans muffled by each other's lips.
It’s primal, this dance of lust and lust alone.
"I'm close again,” I whimper, my nails digging into his back as I clench around him.
"Me too," he grunts, "Feel it, Alina, feel how much I want you."
"Fuck, Alina," Morello groans, his grip on my hips tightening as I clench around him. "You feel so damn good." His eyes bore into mine as he pushes deeper and harder, claiming me in a way no one else ever has.
I arch my back, his words sending a shiver down my spine. "God, Morello, I... I can't..."
"Let go, Alina," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I've got you."
That’s all it takes. With his low, guttural words in my ear, a climax tears through me once again, setting me ablaze from the inside out. Tears of relief and ecstasy spill down my cheeks as I convulse around him.
Morello's strokes grow even wilder, his own release approaching. "Me too, baby, I'm coming too." With one final, deep thrust, he stiffens inside me, his body shuddering with pleasure as he collapses on top of me.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, we lie tangled together, naked and sweat-soaked, our hearts still racing in time with one another's.
Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a soft glow on our flushed faces.
My head is resting on Morello's chest as we catch our breaths, our legs entwined.
We know that tomorrow could bring more challenges, more danger, but for now, we’ve stolen one perfect moment.
The aftermath of our lovemaking leaves me feeling more exposed than I care to admit.
Not just physically, but emotionally too.
My heart is bare, and my walls have dissolved like sugar in a warm tea.
Morello's words still echo in my head, and I wish I could bottle up this feeling and savor it forever.
"I love you," I whisper, my voice barely audible against his chest.
Morello's arms tighten around me in response. And for once, words aren't needed.
Morello
I stroke Alina's hair, unable to believe she's here, in my arms, after all we've been through.