The sound of our footsteps echoing in the empty, dimly lit corridor were matching with my heartbeats. Slow and patient, that's what we were. Voices from downstairs were equivalent to low murmurs, almost negligible and a reminder of the world we had left.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Leonardo, walking behind me, his eyes fixed on me. His previous words kept repeating in my head.

Love.

I had utterly, crazily, madly fallen in love with this man and I had no idea when and how.

We stop in front of his bedroom door, mine out of the question as it is currently not in state of use due to cosmetics and boxes lying all around, and very slowly, I turned around to face him, my hand reaching out for his. Instead of taking mine, his hand turned the door knob and the door gets unlocked.

I step in.

He steps in after me.

We look at each other, our eyes reflecting the same emotions we have for each other before Leonardo closes the distance between us and meets my lip with his.

"Leo," I murmured in between kisses. "The door... it's open. Cold air... close it."

One big kick and the door was shut.

"Leo," I murmured again, pulling away from him. "Say it. Per favore."

He groaned as if he were in pain. "Your Italian is very sexy."

My eyes fluttered shut for a moment, not trying to burst this mood bubble we had created so amazingly and I whined. "Leonardo, no more playing. Just say it, please."

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I sighed, feeling his hot lips pressed on my neck. "Not that, Leo. Not that."

"You are mine." He declared.

My eyes met his. "I don't belong to anybody."

"I don't care about that. You are mine."

I rolled my eyes. "Can we not talk about this and get into business?"

Our lips moulded together perfectly and I moaned in pure bliss. God, those lips are worth dying for. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as his hands began to roam all over me, occasionally giving slight squeezes to my butt. He made me feel incredibly, amazingly hot. His touches set me on fire.

"Leonardo," I whimpered, our lips only an inch apart as we catch our breaths. "Please, say it. I can't take it anymore."

His hazel eyes bore into my pale brown ones as he grabbed my face, his fingers digging on my flesh cheeks with a strong firm. It pained but it felt good. "What if I don't, huh? What if I decide to leave you here alone without saying those words and go back to my party?"

"Then... Then I'll whack your head for eternity!"

"Eternity?" He questioned. "You would do that for eternity?"

"Yes!" I panted heavily. "I will!"

Somehow we both knew that this wasn't about me hitting his head or him leaving me alone. This was a promise. Another unspoken promise we had made to each other; To love each other for eternity.

"And what if I refuse to say it now?"

"You won't," I murmured. "I just know it. You might tease me more, say things to stall it but you will never refuse."

His grip tightened, making me wince in pain. "I'm not a good man. You have not seen me doing things which are far worse than what you have experienced before. I had hurt you."

"It doesn't matter to me anymore." I breathed out and gently held his face. "You are good to me. You have been in these past several months and that matters to me. The months before that..." My hands travelled from his face to the back of his head where I found a knot and pulled the ribbon. The mask fell on the floor and I fell for this beautiful specimen in front of my eyes all over again. "...they just brought me to you. Nothing else. That's the truth."

"What if you regret it later?"

"I won't," I answered and then added. "If you won't make me."

"I will never!"

I smiled. "Then I won't regret it."

His eyes softened and he caressed my cheeks with his knuckles. I found it soothing and comforting, regardless of the small pain he had inflicted on me. "What are you doing to me?"

"I ask you the same."

"I have never felt anything like this before, Amy. It is driving me fucking crazy. Crazy about you." I tensed when he grabbed my shoulders, confusion evident in his face. "What are you doing to me, Amelia?"

"I-It's called falling in love." I answered boldly and ran my fingers on his arms very slowly, feeling the muscles hidden underneath his clothes. "I feel it too. That crazy feeling about a man when I see him... that smile, those lips... that mind boggling, maddening sensation in my chest when he kisses me. I feel all of it. It drives me crazy too."

"How do you know so much?" He asked.

A bittersweet smile appeared on my face. "I have seen it before. My parents, they were highschool sweethearts. Twenty two years of marriage. Then came my neighbour's parents and my friend's parents. They were all in love and now it's..." I trailed off and played with his tie, not having the courage to say it out loud.

"Us." He finished.

A blush adorned my cheeks and I nodded shyly. "Were your parents, well um, I mean..."

"I do not know of." He answered with a shake of his head. "I was a toddler, a small child. I do not remember much of mama and padre together."

I felt a pang in my chest. He didn't get the kind of childhood a normal child should get. Mother forced to leave her family when her son was only four years of age, an unloving father who doesn't show any care for his son unless it is for public appearances and an adopted elder brother who is four years older than him and tries his best to be for his little brother whenever in need.

"It's okay." I whispered softly. "I don't mind."

He cleared his throat. "So we are in... love with each other?"

This has to be the most blunt and awkward confession ever. Where the hell did all that passion and burning need for each other vanish into?

"Erm, this is exactly what we have been talking about. So go on, say it."

"I do not understand this. You know it then what's the point of me saying it to you?"

"Oh, God." I groaned. "I can't believe this. You know what? Forget about it. I know that you do and you know that I do. There's no point of verbally saying it to each other so let's go downstairs and have dinner."

He grabbed my arm and whispered. "What if I don't want to go downstairs?"

"Then you can stay here. It's your wish." I whispered back.

"What if I don't want you to go downstairs?"

My breath hitched after realising this close proximity between us. "Then I won't go downstairs. I'll stay here with you."

He drew imaginary circles on my face. "Stay with me."

"Give me a reason. Say it. I wish to hear it from you. Properly and only for me to hear."

Once again, he sealed my lips with a mind blowing, legs quivering, earth shattering, volcanoes erupting, stomach flipping, heart jumping, toes curling kiss. If it weren't for him to hold me by my waist, I would have fallen on the floor. Don't you dare stop, August-mini or else I'll snatch those lips from your face! I moaned, feelings his touches ignite a fire in me again and make me feel feverish. A throaty groan of protest resulted from him when I pulled back so that I could catch my breath.

"I love you!" His voice came out as a harsh whisper.

I pulled his tie, my eyes blazing in raw need to feel him more. "Shut up and kiss me now!"

"I think you have some fetish for ties. Not that I mind. Kinks are good. I'm all up for kinks."

I took the initiative of shutting him up. He groaned again as I grabbed his collar and yanked him down to my height, our tongues duelling in a never-ending battle. There was a very burning, needing ache settled in pit of my stomach which drove me insane. More! More! I want more! Goddammit, give me MORE!

I moved – or was it him? I don't know. My mind is not in a state of proper working – and I found myself straddling on his lap while he was seated on his chair with me in his arms. The slit of my dress revealed my long legs and he took the earliest opportunity of running his hands smoothly and sensually on it.

"Oh, my God. Leonardo." I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he transferred his lips to the base of my chin and ventured down till the necklace stopped him. He clasped the hook open and tossed it carelessly on the floor then continued his exploration. I shuddered slightly when his thumb traced the outlines of my cleavage, his eyes fixed on my rapidly heaving semi exposed chest.

"I said it. I love you. Your turn."

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it harshly, making him face me instead of my No Touching Area and giggled. "Your lips are red, August-mini."

"Yours are smudged and ruined." He smirked.

I bit my lip very slowly and kept running my fingers through his hair. "What should I do then?"

"Get it more smudged. I'll help." He replied smugly. "Besides, we have the whole night with us."

I sighed softly and rested my head on his chest. "Hmm... Great plan but two minutes rest please."

I reached out for my heels and took it off then tossed it to one corner.

"I remember the last time I came to your bedroom," I mumbled and snuggled closer to him. "You gave me an opportunity to live my life on my own rules."

"I know." He hummed. "Adrian stabbed me for the second time that night."

"When was the first?" I asked curiously.

"A couple of years ago." He said nonchalantly. "We do that to each other from time to time and you, Amelia, are doing a very good job in changing the main topic of our conversation."

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said defensively, avoiding his eyes.

"Got me into confessing and now you won't say it. Bad Amy." He cooed and tapped my nose playfully.

"Don't do that." I mumbled innocently and rubbed my nose.

"So when are you planning on saying it?" He asked amusedly.

Pink stains tainted on my cheeks and I shifted on his lap so that I could get up. A deep, manly grunt escaped from his lips and he cursed in Italian. "Amelia... don't..."

"What's wrong?" I asked and shifted a little bit more, earning another curse from him then arranged my dress and finally got up, still confused by his sudden change in behaviour. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Nothing." He exhaled heavily and got up too. "You did nothing."

"Oh."

He stood behind me, placed a soft kiss behind my ear and whispered. "Say it."

My heart began to pound in my chest. Shit. He said it already? He said it. He actually said it. Oh, my God. Why am I realising this now? His part is over. What kind of girl am I? Leonardo actually said that he loves me and here I am, standing like a statue with a huge grin on my face and feeling all warm and fuzzy.

I can do this. I can surely do this. Three words. Eight letters. Two spaces in between. Just say it and that's it.

"I..." He turned me around and patiently waited for me to say it. "I... I got you a present."

That is definitely not three words and eight letters.

"A present?" He asked, half surprised and half confused.

"Yes." I whispered excitedly. "But it's in my bedroom. You want me to get it?"

He blinked. "Si, I mean no. You stay here and I'll get it."

My smile brightened. "Okay. It's hidden in my bathroom. Behind the mirror. There will be an open box of tampons beside it and a red ribbon attached to it."

His face paled in a strange manner. "An open box of... what?"

I gave a quick peck to his cheek. "Just ignore the mess of my bedroom and head straight to my bathroom. Now go!"

The moment he went out of my sight, I squealed in happiness then tried to calm my overwhelmed senses. Deep breaths, Amy. Deep breaths. Time to prepare.

Quickly, I sprinted to his bedroom's mirror and gasped in horror when I saw my half zombie state. My lipstick was smudged, my hair was messed up, my face and my neck was red and somehow, my eyes were glowing. I took off the earrings, gave a two second massage to my foot, then took off my mask, untied my hair as fast as possible and arranged it in a presentative manner, then massaged my other foot. I stared at my imaginary average cleavage outline for a minute and brushed my knuckles over it, remembering how Leonardo was touching it and without any second thoughts, I pushed it up. What did he see in me? I am not all big cleavage or ass girl. I'm only legs. The slit on this dress proved that but boys do like the rear and I had it in a very average terms. Did he not care about that? I couldn't find any tissues or wiping materials nearby so I used my thumb to wipe off as much smudged areas as possible when suddenly, my gaze averted to his closed balcony and my breath vanished into thin air.

I touched the cold glass door as I watched snow fall on the ground in awe. From a far distance, I heard a door close.

"Did you like it?" I asked, still watching the beautiful scenery in front of me.

"Your gift is very... peculiar."

I hummed.

He stood beside me. "And I like it. I have not received presents in a while. Thank you."

I looked down and saw a very familiar keychain in his hand. It was the same one which I asked Adrian to buy while he was away. I took the keychain from his grasp and pressed the small button. I smiled when it blinked light.

Instead of I-T-A-L-Y, it had A-U-G-U-S-T-M-I-N-I inscribed in it.

It was supposed to annoy him and make him laugh.

But it was also supposed to make him feel special in a very different kind of way. My kind of way.

"I'm glad that you liked it." I handed him the keychain back.

He tossed it on the chair.

"It's beautiful," I whispered. "The grounds. It's all white in dark."

"It is." I felt him shift closer to me and place a hand on my back then caress it slowly, giving me goosebumps all over my cold skin.

I gulped, suddenly feeling hot all over again. "Won't... Won't they miss you at the party?"

"No. The guests will be leaving soon."

I nodded. "So it's over?"

"Not in another hour or two."

His hand travelled further below till he reached the zipper of my dress and gave it a small pull.

Holy shit.

My throat went dry as a desert as he pulled the zip down another inch. I glanced at him and saw he was still looking straight outside.

What is he doing? Wait, what am I even thinking? Of course I know what he is doing but do I...?

Another inch of zip was pulled down so effortlessly by him that it made me shiver.

"Leo... what?" I mumbled, looking at him with dreamy eyes. He stood still. Like a statue, admiring the scenery outside but his hand travelled further south, inside my dress and stayed right there.

"I have come to a realisation that I have not had my dinner and neither have you." He said calmly.

"I-I know." I stammered. Please move that hand of yours and give me some relief.

"I'm hungry." He announced.

"Okay."

"And I want to eat but I do not wish to go downstairs so I will just have to eat you till you scream my name over and over again and beg for me to take you so hard that you won't be able to walk properly for days."

My breath disappeared and at the exact same time, his fingers ran over my bare back in a very sensual manner that shot sparks in me and I squirmed.

He faced me, his eyes burning in carnal need of desire for me. "So it's either that or you confess now because I am running out of patience."

The words are right here, in the tip of my tongue, eagerly waiting for me to say it out loud - but I don't want to say it. At least not now. The first choice sounded inviting. Naughty Amy. He had never spoken in this manner with me before. Tonight, everything changed. Maybe I didn't know much but I am eager to know more, feel more and hear more. Only thinking about it made me squirm again.

"What if I chose the latter choice?" I asked boldly, my heart hammering in my chest. "Will the first one still be open for me?"

He leaned down to my ears, his hand again going inside my dress and pulling the zip by another two inches. Another inch then I would have to grab hold of my million dollar dress. "I was not planning on closing it, amor." He whispered softly, scratch that, seductively. Leonardo had already chosen for me and I wasn't going to stop him.

His lips brushed mine and that was all it took for me to pounce on him. He lost his balance and his steps faltered, making us land on his bed with me on top of him. Our lips moulded in passion and need for each other and our hands finding each other to touch and feel everything we could.

In no time, his suit and tie was discarded on the floor and the room was filled with our moans and hot, wild and burning tension between us.

I gasped in surprise when he shamelessly grabbed both of my breasts and played with it, occasionally giving it big squeezes through my dress. A zing of pleasure shot through me and landed right below my stomach, where my nerves had begun to gather. I ran my fingers on his hair, moaning and enjoying the feeling of his hands and lips on my chest.

"Ah, shit!" I hissed, buckling my hips as his teeth grazed a little bit lower than before and sucked it hard on the outline of my cleavage. His hands travelled much, much below till he grasped my hips firm in a position and moved his lap in such a way that I felt something poking on my dress. It made me bite my lip hard in frustration.

"You feel that, don't you? You feel what you do to me, huh? I'm a fucking goner with you. You make me hard only by hearing your moans and I haven't started yet." My eyes squeezed shut and I moaned softly in response as he continued his relentless torture by moving his lap.

"Leonardo, please." I cried in frustration. The nerves gathering in the pit of my stomach were turning into something incredible... something unexplainable.

"Please, what?"

"Oh, God. Please, please!"

How could he expect me, an inexperienced virgin who knows very little about intimacy, to say it out loud that I want him badly?

"Please give me food?"

"No!"

"Please let me tickle you?"

"What? No!"

"Please let me use your bathroom?"

"Leonardo, no!"

"Please let me take a..." I silenced him by pressing my finger on his lip and shook my head. I was still on top of him, like I always have been and my hair was almost covering his sight so I set it aside and cupped his face.

"I trust you," I murmured, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Never in a million years I will trust this man.

"I-I trust you," I choked on my sob, realisation hitting me in full force and I covered my mouth in surprise then laughed at myself for being so foolish all these months. "What are you doing to me?"

Our positions changed and my back touched the soft mattress. The man in front of me traced his thumb over my lips, his eyes filled with adoration and respect. "It's called falling in love."

Tears streamed down on my face and I blinked, my fingers tangled in his hair. "It's so wonderful."

We sealed our union with another kiss as we pressed our bodies together. His hands once again found my zipper and pulled it further down. Just like last time, I wasn't wearing any bra and he knew about it. Leonardo Agostini took his own time to peel off the dress from my body.

I trust him. I love him. I want him.

My back arched when he drew a taunt nipple in his mouth and did some gentle biting, flicking with his tongue and sucking on it. I felt my breasts grow heavier as he gave equal attention to both and with each flick, my abdomen tightened in need till my soul couldn't take it anymore. I moaned loudly and caressed his soft black hair. Low hums and groans of approval rumbled from back of his throat which only added fuel to my burning desire for him.

"Oh, that feels so good." I whispered and squeezed my legs. A chill ran down my spine when I felt myself incredibly wet in my downtown region again.

"Hmm, I can rock your world." He breathed against my left breast and rolled his thumb over my hard, pebble-like nipple. "You'd like that, won't you?"

"Erm, I..." My mind couldn't comprehend any words. I thought being half naked for the first time in front of a man, my man to be specific would fill my mind with insecurities and it would be embarrassing, but this wet situation just crossed the level. I feel vulnerable, too exposed and insecure now.

– And wasn't that a perfect mood killer.

I looked around and found his blanket to cover my upper body then sat up straight, unable to meet Leonardo's eyes.

"Can I, erm, have a shirt?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, disappointment laced in his voice.

I shook my head vigorously. "N-No! It's not you. I j-just think maybe we should head to sleep?"

"Amelia, look at me." He grabbed my chin and made me face him. I saw worry and concern written all over his face. "Am I going too fast?"

I laughed nervously and rubbed my thighs together, mentally grimacing at the wetness which had pooled in my panties. "No. It's not you. It's definitely not you. C-Can you please give me a shirt?"

"This is the second time you are behaving like this. I do not understand. If it's not me and you seemed to enjoy it then what is it?"

Oh God, I felt like crying. Was I sick in a sort of way that whenever he would touch me, make me feel good, this happens and it would make me feel so wet and dirty?

"I-I said it's not you then w-why can't you be in peace with that?" I sniffed.

"Because you are not telling me what is making you behave like this!" I flinched when he raised his voice. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and sighed loudly. "I apologise. Just tell me what went wrong, Amy."

"No."

He stared and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Is... Is this about... about that thing?"

My eyes diluted. "What thing?"

His expression morphed into something unreadable. "That thing! You know the thing. You get that thing."

"I don't know what thing you are talking about." I mumbled and clutched the blanket closer to my chest.

"That... That open box thing in your bathroom, Amelia!"

It took me a minute to register his words and when they did, my face heated up. I kept shaking my head like a dog wagging its tail while Leonardo avoided looking at me. This is exactly what I wanted, right? To discuss my Mother nature days with a man.

"N-No!" I shouted, gaining his attention. "It's not that thing!"

"Isn't that a relief to hear?" He said blatantly. "Because if it's not that, then will you tell me what is wrong with you? You are killing me here." I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw a very visible bulge threatening to pop out from his pants.

"I-It's embarrassing... and shameful."

"As long as it is not that thing, I can take it."

"I-I think..." I gulped hard, my eye trained on his bulge, thinking of all possible naughty things that never crossed my mind before.

"Eyes up here." He lifted my chin with his index finger. "Unless you want me explode right now and call it a night."

"It's really embarrassing and promise me that you won't run away."

"I won't." He promised. "You are worrying me, Amy."

I took a deep breath and moved my hips a bit, feeling the wetness still evident between my legs. "I know this sounds weird but I think I just peed."

He blinked. "Mi scusi?"

"Yeah," I whispered, embarrassed by my actions which took place unknowingly. "I peed."

He looked down at the mattress for a very long time then said. "I do not see anything."

"Oh, no. No! This is a different kind. You won't see anything but I-I just feel wet down there and I think I have caught some sort of infect—"

"My innocent Amy," He murmured against my lips and laughed softly. "I think it's high time that I do the honours of telling you things instead of showing you."

I did not understand what he meant by that until he pulled away the blanket from my body, brushed his palm over my nipple which made me squirm a little and started whispering dirty, filthy words in my ears; words which made me squeeze my thighs in anticipation and made me feel hot and desirable. It turned me on. My panties became more wet and I wasn't ashamed of it anymore. He had told me not to be. And I learnt a new thing about Leonardo Agostini – he likes dirty talking. Like a lot. It was a whole new level of him and I was definitely surprised by the bluntness of his dirty words.

His lips travelled further below till he reached the exact spot where my nerves had seemed to gathered and placed a soft kiss on it while his fingers played with waistband of my underwear. He gave me one last look then slowly pulled it down and I whined softly, not wanting to suffer from his sweet tortures anymore.

He brushed his knuckles over my heat and I felt that would burn me into ashes, all of my breath in my lungs vanishing into a moan. "Oh, Leo..."

"Fucking hell, Amy." His warm breath fanned over my heat and a gush of wetness flooded out of me. "So wet and ready for me, are you?"

"Oh, God yes. Yes, yes, yes." I sobbed.

He spread my legs further apart and positioned it firm then met my dreamy eyes. "Usually, I don't prefer on going down. It's always the other way around but you deserve only the best." He used two fingers to smear the wetness all over my other set of lips and part it open. "Dinner is served."

Holy mother of balls.

"Shit!" I hissed, propping up on my elbows and pulled a fistful of his hair as his lips grazed and his tongue swirled over my swollen bud, flicking it and sending me electric shocks of pleasure I had never experienced. "Oh fucking shit, shit, shit, shit!"

My eyes snapped shut and my legs began to quiver in excitement. With his one hand firm on my thigh, other kneading my breast, his mouth latched between my legs, licking, swirling and sucking the life out my soul, Leonardo was surely enjoying his dinner by eating me out. Occasionally, he would kiss my inner thigh, murmur something against my lower set of lips which would tickle me and send another flood of wetness to my core. No matter how much air I would suck in, he would give me one lick and everything would just swoosh out of my body.

"Hmm... you like it, don't you?" His thumb padded over my sensitive bud and that did set me off.

"Fuck, yes!" I hissed, arching my back.

"I can do this all night," He moaned and gave another swirl with his tongue. "You'd like that, won't you? You'd like it very much."

"Oh, my God. I can't... I can't—" I kept writhing and squirming above him as he kept teasing me with his tongue. My legs liquefied and words coming out of my mouth didn't make any sense anymore. Something growing in me, something big right below my belly button was driving me insane and panting for more. Like a small knot getting bigger and tighter as seconds pass by.

"What's wrong, Amy?" He breathed against burning core and clicked his tongue. "Already on the verge of coming?"

Curse him and his dirty mouth.

"Leo," I cried, his finger already positioned at my entrance and he slowly pushed it inside. I clenched around him with a vice grip and heard him curse in his rapt country language. He pushed his finger deeper than before till I felt pain which was equivalent to a pinch.

"Breathe, amor. Breathe. I'll make it go away." He wiggled his finger deep inside of me, stretching me out and rubbed his thumb over my bud which made me whine over its sensitivity.

"Leonardo," I moaned and raked his hair, feeling his finger deep inside of me and lifted my hips up to meet his thrusts. He curled his finger and hit a holy spot in me. I screamed. "Oh, Leo!"

"Come," He said, his voice thicker than he actually sounded.

Oh, God yes, yes!

He added another digit and I clenched around him again. He cursed again. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead as I rocked my hips back and forth, eagerly meeting his fingers as they kept hitting that same holy spot in me. The knot grew bigger and bigger till I couldn't take it anymore. My breath came out as short puffs, my eyes rolled back – and I came.

Screaming and thrashing, my back arched off the bed violently and I came all over his hand. My insides combusted in raw pleasure and it channeled in my veins as calmness washing over me like sea waves then spreading all over my body. I saw heaven for exact four seconds before I came crashing down to earth. Panting like a runner who had just finished her marathon, my eyes fluttered open, lashes wet with tears. I saw Leonardo holding my waist tightly while his other hand was still having his fingers deep inside me.

"You were about to fall off the bed." He breathed in amazement and pulled out his fingers, making me shudder slightly. He then licked his hand clean, oh my gosh, that's so hot, and crawled up to kiss me. A scent of my arousal waft my nostrils and I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips.

"Leonardo..." I sighed dreamily and smiled at him. "Iglomvemiuwoo."

That was supposed to sound as 'I love you too'.

He laughed heartily. "Iglo what? Amelia, you are still in your high."

I hummed absentmindedly.

He got up from the bed and stood in front of me. What the hell are you doing? Get back here! But then, my jaw dropped south when I saw him opening the buttons of his shirt in a very slow, teasing manner.

I bit my lower lip and rubbed my thighs together, feeling the heat pooling in between my legs again. His eyes were brooding dark in desire, thin plump lips smudged with my red lipstick, a prominent huge tent on his pants, which I believe that I am the cause of it, hair sexily messed up and long, magical fingers teasing me by playing with his shirt's buttons. Everything about him made me wet again.

"Faster." I whined as soon as I came back from my high.

He didn't listen.

"Leonardo, faster!"

He still didn't listen and slowly popped open the third button of his shirt.

I groaned in frustration and crawled to him like a baby. My knees wobbled and I struggled to open a simple button.

"Need any help?" He asked amusedly.

"Shut up!" I cried in frustration and tore his shirt open.

His brow raised in surprise. "Or maybe not."

I pressed my lips on his hard, well defined chest and trailed up to his tattoo, my hands running everywhere on his body. He threw his head back and his chest rumbled in slow exhales.

"Mine," I whispered.

His eyes met mine and he cupped my face with his large hands. "Anything you want me to be."

I swallowed hard and nodded. "As long as I am with you."

He cocked his head slightly to his right. "You'll always be with me."

"I want you."

"Then you'll have me."

I kissed his lips softly. "I want you. Now."

His belt unbuckled and the sound of zip pulling down were music to my ears. "Then you'll have me. Now."

I lied down on his bed and watched him remove the last of his clothes. Apparently all rumours about him and his not-so little Leo are false. Very much false. He, standing tall and proud and very much naked, proved that. My throat dried infinitesimally and I tried to remember my sex education class back in my highschool days.

Male anatomy 101: When a man gets sexually excited, blood flows into his certain anatomy and causes an erection. It stiffens and becomes hard.

Hard. Stiff. Excited. Him. Reason: Me.

To be honest, I never got to attend female anatomy 101.

I mewled and grab hold of his shoulders when he nudged the tip to my opening and froze, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Wait, I need to...!" He rolled over to a side, rummaged in a drawer and took out a black foil packet.

I was inexperienced, not dumb. But I was thankful that at least one of us had their mind clear.

Like an expert, he tore the packet open with his teeth, rolled over the protection on himself then kissed me senseless. I gasped loudly and shuddered under him when his hand slipped in between my legs and rubbed me hard.

"Oh, and one more thing." He said.

He had sent me straight back into the world of pleasure and my senses had gone off again. "W-What?"

"Remember that promise I made to you all those months ago? About not hurting you ever again?"

I blinked. "Huh."

"I'm afraid I have to break that tonight."

I couldn't understand what he meant by that until he positioned himself in front of my entrance and took away my virtue in one quick, swift thrust.

I screamed in pain and wrapped my legs around his waist, my nails digging on his broad back. Hot moisture spilled on my face and I bit back a sharp cry when he gave another thrust then he was fully inside me. I really wished for an ice pack for the burning sensation between my legs but sadly I cannot get one in the moment.

The next few minutes were blur. Leonardo stayed very still inside me yet he was trembling from the outside while the pain slowly became bearable and the feeling of being so full for the first time was turning into an unexplained pleasure. He fitted so snugly, so perfectly, like a key to a lock. His breathing was ragged and chest hot in sweat as it brushed against mine and I shuddered again.

"Amy..." He groaned like a wounded animal in the verge of extinction. "I can't... I have to... oh Dio, I cannot... not anymore..."

"Do it."

Leonardo Agostini showed me his reputation of being a beast in bed. Not I was complaining or anything but he did rock my world in every way possible. And when he finally came with a long, harsh grunt, he said he loved me.

Well, I did try to say it back to him after that.

"Iglomvemiuwoo."

He laughed again. "I think we should just call it a night. You can say it tomorrow."

Tomorrow. That sounds promising. Yeah, I'll definitely say it tomorrow.

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