Hello dear all :-) So today I am updating "Fallen for an angel" and we have here a rather intense chapter, which I hope you'll all enjoy...

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Dedicated to all of you fans of Enna and Roman and in particular to you bunny, Purva194, because I am sure you'll appreciate this chapter <3

And now, enjoy!

ENNA POV

Roman seized me with a deep and consuming long glance and then tossed my top somewhere in the room. He took that step back to me and in a blink I found myself in his arms.

“Enna?” I knew what he meant with that.

“I want you, Roman. So take me.” I said with final tone, boring my eyes on his.

He held my stare and kept silent for long seconds; I felt again that pull, a pull that wasn’t only simple physical attraction and I knew he felt the same. It was as if our hearts called for each other, demanded our souls to finally connect.

“As you wish, my angel.”

And at those words I knew I already belonged entirely, soul and body, to this man.

I laced my arms around his neck and bent closer to softly trace a line on his skin with my nose and I heard a low and tremendously sexy growl rumbling in his throat. My nose travelled up to his earlobe and there I let first my lips, then my teeth, tease the soft lobe and the moment the tip of my tongue joined my teeth in the teasing process, Roman stopped and when I peeked at his face his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeper.

“Enna...” His voice was husky and sensual that I decided to tease him more, to see that expression of pure lustful restrain and hear his growls.

The tip of my tongue traced his neck and I felt hotter, as if he was the one touching me; his hands tightened the grip on my shoulders and thighs and he slightly bent his head to the side to give me more access and I took complete advantage of it, crawling up and now licking the line of his ear, softly breathing on it. My blood was pulsing so fast and loud in my head that had me almost deaf; I felt something slowly shifting in me and filling my body and my veins.

It was desire and want to drive this man here completely crazy.

His breathing went heavier and right when I slipped my wet tongue in his ear, sinking my fingers in his soft black hair, he groaned and jerked me away. We exchanged a heated and consuming glance and I found myself shamelessly panting and craving for his touch. I pulled his head back on me and he suddenly began to walk and then he probably kicked the door of my bedroom open and placed me down on my bed. His actions were clearly driven by primal desire, but they weren’t harsh and hurtful on me. He actually treated me with impossible attention and protectiveness and that was something I had never experienced before.

Roman loomed over me with his arms on each side of my shoulders and stared at me in silence, but roaming my half naked body with exciting intensity. He sat on his heels over my hips, but not pressuring me with his weight and then I felt his hands on me and I just threw my head back and moaned arching my back like a cat; I couldn’t wait any longer and the way his fingers touched my heated skin, softly but assertively going up and down, had me about to lose my last drop of rationality.

“Ahhh...Roman...” I breathed out when his thumbs stopped on my nipples.

He teased me for few excruciating seconds, my eyes closed and my mouth open in mute pants, and then he shifted down and I think I bit my lip too harshly because I tasted blood. And that was when his tongue touched my navel; first lightly and playfully, then the touch grew harder and hotter, his fingers slipping on my arched back, and his tongue hungrily ascending my torso and chest, leaving a hot path behind. I opened my eyes to peer at him and in that moment he turned his on mine and I felt on fire under his gaze. He smirked and while keeping me chained at his emerald eyes, he licked me all up to my collarbone and I just had to grind on him, because I was about to lose it. I was so incredibly hard that it was almost painful and the way he stared at me didn’t help one bit.

Oh dear me, why he had to excite me so much? I was beyond control.

His tongue traced my throat and my chin and right when I bent my head forward to meet his lips, he pulled away and I of course groaned in frustration. I was dying to taste those full lips, but he always pulled back at the last moment, why?

“Enna...you are so perfect...I never met in my entire anyone like you, no man, no woman. Nobody like you.”

He pulled back and standing on his knees he went to open his shirt, but I pushed myself up and stopped his hands. I wanted to undress this man in front of me.

“Let me do it, Roman. I want to undress you; I want to drive you completely out of mind...”

I was now pressing my body on his and slowly rocking my hips and groin against his and he felt so incredibly hard and wanting me; I gave him a really wicked and provoking glare, something I didn’t even know I was capable of, and went first to lock my arms around his neck, still pressed against him. His strong arms went around my waist and in a blink I was hauled even closer, now our lips a mere breathe apart.

“You already drive me out of mind, angel.” His hot breath caressed my lips and I was melting at the idea of feeling them, but he moved his head to kiss my neck and I groaned. He chuckled and looked at me. “What is it?”

“Why you don’t kiss me? It bothers you to kiss a stranger? It bothers you to kiss a man?” Again I was acting sort of childish and immature, but I was just terribly frustrated for the lack of touch from him. Oh dear me, this was not normal.

He smiled and inhaled my skin humming and then he gave me another intense look.

“I do not want to taint you, Enna.” Roman was so firm in saying that and he looked like he wasn’t going to change his mind, but I didn’t understand the reason.

“Why you say that? I don’t understand why you keep saying that. Should I know something? Should I worry about something? Do you have..” He passed his thumb on my lips, while his hand cupped my face. I shut my mouth immediately when I met his gaze.

“Shh...you speak very fast.” I blushed realizing I had just fired many questions in one short go. “That is not the problem, Enna. Just please, not now.”

“Not now? You mean I will see you again?” I stubbornly asked and he simply smiled, but did not answer. Roman tilted my head back and ran his nose on my throat, softly biting my skin, having me shiver all over my body and inhale deeper, wanting his mouth all over my burning body.

“You taste sweet, Enna and...” His lips taunted my skin till my ear and I let out a rather loud moan when his tongue slowly licked the border of it. “I want you.” His fingers gripped me harder and I felt him completely. Oh dear, he was impossibly hard and that instead of scaring me, had my senses in ecstasy.

I pushed him back of few inches and gave him a ravenous look and then while holding his gaze, I began to undo his shirt, first slowly, enjoying in seeing how his eyes darkened button after button, how his grip on me grew stronger; then I couldn’t take it any longer and I hastily undid and pulled it out of his jeans, and then pushed down his arms. He let go of me just to let his shirt fall down and then captured me once again and when I shifted my eyes down on his sculptured and muscular chest, my breath stopped in my throat.

Roman had such intricate and big tattoos that my eyes tried to comprehend what they meant, because they clearly weren’t just normal tattoos; don’t ask me why I knew that, it was just my sixth sense. On his prominent and defined chest he had a rose on the right side and his left shoulder was completely inked with such intricate designs that I couldn’t even distinguish what they were. The tattoo continued on his arm till his wrist and even if it looked somehow intimidating and screamed danger, I must admit I found it terribly sexy and inviting. My finger slowly followed some lines on it, going up to his shoulder and down to his chest, where in the middle he had a tattooed the Virgin Mary and Jesus baby in her hands. I just stared at them in complete silence and then I felt a finger on my chin and it tipped it up.

“What you think now?” He asked me fixing his piercing eyes on me.

“That you are not just a tourist, right? But I do not know Roman, you scream danger and you have a very strong and dark aura around you, but I am not scared of you and these tattoos...they look beautiful on you.” And that was the pure truth and I hoped he understood all of my words.

His eyes scanned my face intensely and then he began to brush my hair.

“Do they mean something?” I asked and he simply nodded, but again did not answer. I walked down my bed and circled him and then climbed on the bed behind him, studying his tattooed, broad and defined back. There he had a Russian Orthodox church with three cupolas and I just wondered if Roman was very religious, but not so sure about it.

“Are you religious?”

“Religious?” He repeated.

“Do you believe in God or..”

“I believe in nothing. I have no God, Enna.” I felt a shiver running down my spine at those words, since they sounded very cold and hard. I was afraid I had offended him in some way.

“I am sorry, did not mean to offend you or anything.” He suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled me completely pressed on his back, tangling his fingers with mine in front of his chest. Oh dear me, Roman was so solid and muscular...and he was sort of bulky, just not that bulky like a wrestler. He was so much broader than I was. So strong and manly.

“Do not say that, Enna. You did not offend me, why you think so? I do not believe in anything, yes, but...now I believe in angels.”

At his words I melted on his back and when he set free my hands, I avidly let them descend his solid chest, studying his muscles and in the meanwhile nuzzling the back of his neck with my nose and lips; he grabbed my hips and pressed me flushed against him. My hands travelled lower on his hot flesh and found his abdominals, perfectly shaped and prominent, and I grinded on him on the verge of excitement and he growled raw. I reached the waist band of his jeans and unbuckled the belt, then undid the button and went to pull down the zip, but he stopped and I of course almost groaned.

His question however shut me up and had my heart jump faster for many reasons.

“Do you have condoms?” He asked with quiet and firm voice.

I blinked at his question and when I realized the answer I felt like sinking down. I did not have them in my house because I didn’t need them recently, since months passed from my last partner and I was not someone to bring a stranger back at my place or anyway to have a one night stand. Oh dear me, and now?

I shook my head unable to speak and I wrapped my arms around him tighter when I felt him moving, but he simply placed his hands on my arms.

“Enna, we cannot.,,”

“No, wait a moment.” I said out of the blue.

Something had just hit me.

My sister, my little adorable, hyper and loud flea.

She had bought me a pack of fancy and flavoured condoms a month ago just to tease me and have fun in hearing my “talk” on the matter, telling me she thought of me when she saw them, so colourful and scented. At that time I rolled my eyes at her and said to toss them away, since I would not need them, but I knew she did not and placed them in my bathroom.

Bless my little, hyper and loud flea.

“I think I might have them. My sister just decided to buy some for me to impertinently tease me.” He softly chuckled at that while I felt my face flushing. It was sort of embarrassing to admit that.

“I see. Tell me where they are.” He simple said, but the way he said it. I had to think before answering, to regain some control.

“In the bathroom, the cabinet under the sink. At least, I think they are there.” He nodded at my words, untangled my arms and turned around staring me. He took my face in his hands and stroked my lips with his thumbs.

“One last time, angel. You sure? Because I do really want to possess you and take you for hours and hours, but if you...” I just stared back at him panting heavy and gripping his arms. I was about to combust here.

“I told you before. Do take me and possess me as much as you want, Roman.” My tone has never been that firm and commanding. Never.

“As you wish.” He smirked that dangerously sexy and dark smile and stood up walking to the bathroom. I looked at his confident and strong figure walking and then plopped on the bed on my back.

I felt growing and suffocating anticipation coursing in my body along with desire when I heard him walking back. He placed something on the cover beside me and then climbed on top of me. And then I felt his fingers on my belt and we locked eyes when he undid it and slowly slipped it out, chucking it somewhere in the room; when he popped open my super adherent trousers, slowly unzipping them and peeling them down, I felt his gaze on my body and I arched my back at the pleasure it gave me in seeing his eyes roaming my figure with so much lust, so powerful that I could taste it. He kept his dark emeralds on me and peeled away my last piece of cloth, aside my underwear. Now I was almost completely naked under him and my body never felt this hot before. My hands went on his jeans and managed to drive them down his hips.

Roman stood up beside the bed and kicked them away along with his black boxers and socks, and I just couldn’t help the gasp at the sight of his incredible manhood. I swallowed down and pushed myself up to bring him back to me. He was beyond words and I trembled at the view and feeling his stare on me; then I saw something I had never seen in my entire life. Roman had two stars with eight points tattooed on his knees, one for each knee, and they looked sort of surreal. I never saw such tattoos.

Our eyes met and I saw something crossing his face at my surprised expression at the sight of those stars.

“Do they have a meaning too?” I asked meaning those tattooed stars.

“Yes.” He simply said and then again pierced me with those compelling and consuming green eyes. What was he thinking about now? I could not tell.

I stared back and decided to forget about the questions thundering in my head. I gave him a soft and playful smile and stretched out my hands as to tell him to come to me. Roman smiled and climbed back to the bed, and suddenly pushed me down and in a flash shoved away my underwear.

The way he looked at me.

I shivered of pleasure under those eyes.

“Enna, I have no words. You are too beautiful to be real.” He ran my heated skin with his strong and hard hands and I arched more, now losing my mind completely.

“Oh God Roman, take me before I go insane.” I shamelessly panted out rather impatiently.

Roman caressed my body more and his eyes were having me about to burst, then he bent down on me and ran his nose on my ear, neck, collarbone and I was a mess of moans and breaths, twisting in his arms and basically begging him to take me as much as he wished for. He travelled up again to my ear and bit my earlobe.

“Hmm, you are too sensual Enna. You are to lose mind.” He bit my earlobe again while he stroked my pulsing member with his hand and I threw my arms around his torso and dug my nails in his skin. He groaned and bit me harder.

“When you had sex last time?” He suddenly asked and I bit my lips turning my face on the side when his eyes studied mine.

“Months ago.” I murmured. “Many months ago.”

“Good and hope nobody will touch you anymore.” His voice held such vibrating and undeniable note of possession that should have had me go insane with fear, but it only excited me even more and made me feel safe. I sank my nails deeper and drew them down on his back and stared at him feeling sensual and playful like a cat.

“Now make me cry and moan in pleasure for hours.” I could not believe my own voice and my words, as I almost sounded like a porn-star, but dear me, I was just too overwhelmed by the desire and pull for this man here.

Roman moved back of an inch and then seized my arms and pinned them above my head, not harshly or roughly, only very assertive and commanding. He stroked me more and kept looking me while I twisted and arched in more pleasure and I knew he was smirking enjoying to see that and when he let go of my hands, I fixed my eyes on his and slowly sucked one of my fingers between my lips, while he kept stroking me and his emerald irises went completely dark. He sat back and picked something up and I saw what it was; he opened the foil and tossed the wrapping away and while holding my gaze he rolled the condom down his huge and very hard member. I pushed myself up and suddenly shoved him on his back and he groaned in surprise and then took his covered shaft in my mouth and he growled loud and thrust deep in my mouth; he let me stroke him only another time and then jerked me up to him, our lips an inch apart, and he rolled us over.

Roman spread my thighs apart and beginning from my collarbone he descended my skin till my now aching length and when his tongue stroked it a couple of times, I almost lost it.

“Ahh... Roman, just take me now, because I can’t wait any longer, I need you now.”

“And I cannot wait any longer too.” He picked something else up and saw it was the lotion I used for massages and I felt something in my throat. Roman had thought about everything. “But I do not want to hurt you, my beautiful angel.” He squeezed some lotion on his fingers and what came next had me going literally crazy. His finger entered me rather easily and began to move around slowly and soon enough a second one joined and then a third and I just couldn’t take it anymore, for I was trashing around and grinding around them, panting and then I heard him groan and when I opened my eyes...I was struck there by his consumed face.

“Take me; possess me as you wish Roman.” I ordered him and so he did lube his length and then grabbed my hips.

He flashed me another piercing and blazing glance and thrust inside me in one push, completely burying himself into me. I arched back out of control and cried out, not for the pain, for I felt none, but for the incredible pleasure travelling crazily my body. It was like feeling an explosion of senses and carnal ecstasy.

“Ahhh...Enna....” He groaned with hoarse voice. “So good...so hot...”

“Hmm, ahh...Roman..move.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him closer on me, now his hands on my back, holding as if I was something of inestimable value.

“As you wish, my soul.” He murmured almost on my lips.

I widened my eyes at those words and then moaned louder when he began to pull out and then push back again, impossibly deep and with a rather slow pace that had me savour and feel everything, even the most subtle tremble of his muscles. I began to slowly rotate around him and he just possessed me harder, but never harsh or rough; Roman was taking me with incredible avidity and passion, in a way almost aggressive. But that wasn’t the right word, he was being...intense, dangerously intense and I just let him do it because I loved it. My heart was about to break my rib cage and my blood was boiling and I couldn’t contain my moan and when I tried to bit my hand to muffle them, Roman took my wrist and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“I want to hear you.” He said with final tone and I shivered more in pleasure and sank my fingers in his tattooed shoulder and my other hand scratched his back.

“Ahhh....oh dear me... more...more...ahhh..” I had completely lost control over myself.

“Like this, my angel..mhh...”

He penetrated me deeper and slightly harder and hit my undoing spot. I threw my head back in a long and rather lewd moan and I felt him smirk on my throat, his tongue and teeth grazing my skin.

“There, Enna?” He asked hitting again and again and again my sweet spot and I just moaned louder. “Hmm, so sensual and ahhh...” He hissed something in his language and that sounded so sexy. His hands grabbed me stronger and our chests touched combining our sweat when his thrust increased in speed and strength, going deeper and deeper.

We were both so close and my hips just followed his rhythm as he took me more and more.

Roman possessed me faster and more intense and I felt his hips hitting mine while he thrust inside me, one of his hands on them guiding my movements and the other around my back, grabbing my shoulder from behind and keeping me glued to his magnificent and strong body. A drop of sweat rolled down his neck and on his chest, on his tattooed chest, and when he penetrated one more time to such depth impossible to describe, I cried out and his hand slipped from my hip to my member and began to stroke it at the same pace he was taking me.

“Roman...ahhh...mhh...I-I am..” I couldn’t formulate the sentence and he growled on my throat and stroked harder and when he gave another hard thrust I just arched back moaning to lose my voice and coming in his hand, long and lost in the trance of senses.

For a moment I thought I was about to pass out, for the pleasure was impossibly high.

His groans went louder and rawer and then I felt him suddenly shuddering and growling my name while he took me last few times with incredible avidity and came very hard. I was still shivering for the climax and felt my skin feverish, while my breath and heart couldn’t calm down; Roman stopped thrusting and then leaned on me, panting on my neck. He kept silent and simply breathing heavy and deep for long seconds, his hand now letting go of my back resting on my side, and I did not know what to think.

I loved it more than I could explain it, and I was still craving for him, for his avid touch, for his strong hands and for his rational-tearing way of taking me; but how had he felt?

He shifted slightly and pulled out of me very carefully and I twisted a bit still feeling that lingering pleasure; he looked at me and my breathing stopped at once. His hand caressed my side and travelled up to my lips.

“I loved it.” He simply said and I smiled at him and kissed the tip of his fingers and he bent on me.

“You are so beautiful and so sensual.” He cupped my face and again locked me there with that piercing stare.

“Have you been with a man before?” I was curious to know because he acted as if he knew what he was doing. He thought about that, probably reprocessing the question, and then shook his head.

“No Enna. Never.”

“But you seemed to know what you were doing and you knew how...” I bit my lip when a smirk formed on his face and I looked away. I understood it; of course, not with a man, but with a woman. He stroked my cheekbone with his thumb and had me to look back at him.

“I do not know how to say it, forgive me, but...” He stopped thinking about something, probably a word, but he chuckled and suddenly his nose ran on my neck, him softly groaning and I shivered in response. “See? I want you again, I need to have you again and more. I need to posses you more. I never did feel this before, Enna. I need to have you.”

“Roman.” I breathed out. My fingers travelled his back and neck and sank in his dark hair. “I want you again and I need to have you, too.” And how true were those words. I could not let go of him and my body and soul called more for this man here and I desired to feel again his hands on me and him taking me in a way no one else ever did.

“You want me again?” He seemed rather surprised and so I pulled down his head having our noses touching.

“I need you again, which is different and believe me, I need you badly.” His eyes widened a quick moment and then chained me there.

He stood up on his knees and carefully and meticulously disposed of the used condom and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands, as I heard water running in the sink. Roman came back and sat beside me, stroking my hair and cleaning me with a wet towel, silently looking at me. I sat up and I pushed him on his back, going to straddle his powerful and muscular thighs.

“Enna..” He said and I nodded.

“I know, don’t worry.” I gave him a very mischievous smile and bent over him, my hair slipping in front and caressing the tattoos on his chest. I stretched my arm over to the side and found the small foil.

“Hmm, we have strawberry flavour now.” I joked while I ripped it open and Roman sexily chuckled and gripped my hips, the tip his fingers almost teasing my butt cheeks.

“Will you let me this time?” Oh dear me, he was already so hard and honestly, I felt already burning, too. I wanted to be the one this time to roll it over his impressive length and he nodded studying every single little move I did and instead of feeling nervous, I felt hot. I placed the condom on the tip of his hard member and carefully rolled it down while his eyes never left me; I looked at him again and I gasped when he jerked me merely an inch to his face.

“Take the lotion, my angel.” I gulped at the intensity of his voice.

“We don’t need it anymore.” I simply said and something flashed on his face and a very dark and sexy smile formed on his handsome face.

“That is correct, yes. We do not need it.”

He sat us up and fisted my hair inhaling them, and then pushed me down on my back and spread my legs bending my knees. When I realized what he had in mind, I went to say something, but he acted faster and when his tongue stroked right my back entrance, my will of complaining of course evaporated. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do that, but ahhh... felt beyond words.

“Shh...Let me drive you out of mind, Enna.”

And he indeed drove me completely out of mind.

Many times.

ROMAN POV

I never thought sex could be this dangerously and insanely overpowering. Especially with a man, since this was the first time I went with someone of my same gender; it had been intense and wild, but I did not want to hurt him, so I held back. His glossy lips were a constant temptation, but it felt wrong to kiss them and taint such mouth. I had already taken his body, even if we used protections. I had nothing, but my life style wasn’t normal and I had been in prison. It would be unfair to kiss him and possess him without anything considering he knew nothing about me and about my past, about my life.

We ended up doing sex for hours and I never felt such pleasure in my entire life; he looked pure and delicate and he was so, but he was as well very tempting and provoking and he moved in a way that set me insane. I never met anybody with such alluring sensuality, with such teasing mischievousness. I could not get enough of him and I simply stopped because we both were exhausted.

Enna was the most seductive and sensual and beautiful creature I have ever met. I could care less he was a man; for me he was an angel and gender did not matter to me with him. I tried with all my will and strength to restrain and walk away from him, because I was endangering him by staying here, but I could not bring myself to leave him. And when he basically ordered me to take him and possess him as I wanted, my restrained crushed down and I felt my entire body and soul vibrate in controlling desire.

Yes, my soul.

I had no idea if I had one for real and if I did, it might be rather torn and dirty, but I felt something moving deep inside when we met, and when I held him before, during sex, I felt it again and so I realized my soul and heart belonged to this angelic and ethereal man.

I had never let anyone order me around during sex; I always did as I wanted, without of course harming or forcing myself on someone else. That I would never do, because that was not wrong. That was plainly sick. But order me and such, no. I would not permit it. But with Enna and with his blue eyes glued on mine and his beautiful face a mere touch away from me, well, he could order me anything and I would gladly grant every wish he had. If anything, his words sent me harder and insane with desire, as I felt not just attraction, but something else.

A strong pull towards him and I knew I had fallen for this angel.

I sighed and ran a hand in my hair. I had really fallen in love with Enna, even if I knew nothing about love; but I could not ignore the way I felt towards him.

And that was so wrong, because he had a normal and clean life, while I lived in a dangerous and violent world that for sure had nothing to do with legality and normal life. I sighed silently again and looked at his sleeping form, his lean and slim body resting on his stomach, his breath-taking face looking me with those red and inviting lips slightly apart, his long dark lashes caressing his pale and porcelain-like skin and his long blonde hair on his back. The covers indulged on the small of his back and let me admire the sinuous forms of his body. Enna was so beautiful. I could look at him for hours, days. No, what am I saying? I could stay here and look at this angel forever.

Yes, forever...but I had to leave and leave in a matter of few minutes. Last night I should have stayed there and wait until the end for Mikhail, but instead I left with Enna and danced with him the whole night. Well, I kept my senses sharp, because I could not afford errors and even if I was completely lost in my angel, I had to make sure things were safe for him and I was so used to scan and control the surrounding in any possible situation that it came just natural for me. It was my nature, who I was.

And that brought me back again at the unforgivable mistake of not waiting for that man, but I hoped for his safety last night he had not decided to show up at closing time, because it would mean playing with fire and he knew it well. Thinking rationally at that, it would be better to change meeting place, as the club was not any longer safe for me and I did not want to even remotely risk of putting Enna in some dangerous situation. His two friends and his ex-lover saw me and going there tonight might be risky. What if they were there too and spotted me with Mikhail? Of course, nothing strange in two friends talking together, but better not risk it.

I will have to surprise Mikhail today somewhere else and I might have an idea when and where do it.

Enna was still deeply asleep and I carefully bent over his head and lightly kissed his hair, breathing in his sweet scent one last time. My eyes indulged longer on his face and then they closed. I sighed and stood up, silently retrieving my discarded clothes and dressing up. One last look and with my soul and heart torn in two I walked to the living room, where I wore my jacket and shoes. I went to open the door, but stopped.

I could not bring myself to leave.

But I had to go.

Yes I had to go.

I was not good for him, but I silently promised to take care of that man, Michael, and make sure he will not any more be a problem for my angel.

My angel...could I really call him MY angel? I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the door.

I was literally torn in two.

I had to go and make sure to follow my plan and accomplish in doing what I came here for.

I could not go because I did not want to leave Enna.

I was torn between duty and something I never imagined for me possible; love.

Love, of course. And if I loved Enna I had to do what was best for him and that was open that damn door and walk out of his life for good. Yes, that was what I had to do. Therefore I turned the handle and in complete silence closed the door behind my back and, without looking back one last time and making sure no one would see me coming out from that gate, I walked away.

Enna, my beautiful angel, my love; please forgive me.

Please forget me.

Author's chit-chat:

Now, tell me if you expected this sort of end or not..? Guess you all expected the actions between them and I know some of you might say it was not very romantic, but that was the intent..  Hope you anyway enjoyed this chapter!

The question now is: what will happen next with Roman and Enna? And will Roman do next? And Enna? Alright, more than just a question.

Next chapter.. just say we'll have Roman POV, but won't say more :-)

Until next time!