She cleaned me up. She fucking cleaned me up, laying kisses after each stoke of the wet towel she had in her hand and wiped off each drop of blood, and even though at first I was tense and reluctant to do whatever she was doing, I finally dropped my head to the back and leaned it heavily against her shoulder, feeling her lips and hot breath on my left cheek.

Heaven! I died and came back to life, a different life, someone else's life, the life of someone who lived his rightfully and didn't kill a fly his entire life, someone that I could never be, and still angels fell down the sky right into my arms and nested a home in my heart.

An angel who's hands are now unbuttoning my shirt and so gracefully removes it making more place for her touches and kisses and the strokes of towel followed by her hot breath.

I'm fucking hard and still, I wouldn't interrupt her ritual even if I'll find my death in it. I have never been this cherished in my life. I actually never knew I deserved cherishing.

I was happy, I fucked a whore. I was angry, I fucked a whore. I was hard, I fucked a whore.

But now, I'm all three together, I'm thrilled she hasn't left, I'm angry because I don't know where Benito is and I'm hard, laughably hard and I mentally smirk, totally blown away by the effect this tiny woman has on me.

What I am extra the usual me is bothered, fucking bothered by her tear but I'm afraid to ask. A tiny thought crosses my mind that probably she doesn't want to be actually here but she stayed as a final goodbye for having saved her from that hell.

If that's the case, I'll fucking shut up. Call me a coward, but I'll make it the best night she has ever had, wiping off any memory of another man she might have, any shiver she might have known before me and I'll make sure she'll get addicted and will always come back to me, again and again till she'll never leave.

And if she's here to stay, well... I guess she doesn't have other options.

"Let me take care of you..." she whispers in my ear to a question that I don't even fucking remember having asked but by God... her voice only feels like a million shock needles traveling under my skin making my arousal hit hard and wasting any drop of patience I have, but... like she can read thoughts, she turns the chair around so I can face her, standing under the running shower and looking at me as if expecting me not to fucking shiver seeing her wet clothes glued to her body like a second skin.

"Let me see you..." I mumbled in something I intended to be an order but it came only as a request, mild and but scratching my throat.

She smiles, one of those smiles that brings the world to one's feet.

And as if it's not clear enough that she is my world m, she takes the wet towels and kneels between my parted leveling her eyes with mine and leaning forward till her nose is inches away from mine, so close that my entire vision is her beautiful shining face crossed by tears mixed with water, tears she surely hopes are hidden well enough but I see them, and they hurt.

"Do it yourself..." she sensually spells magic while caressing the skin on my chest and I grab her head crashing my mouth on hers in a fist of painful kisses, sucking her lips and breathing in search for her tongue which I circle and pull when I find it.

In the midst of our kisses, I remove her shirt and lift the skin to her waist.

She wears nothing under and I smirk knowing she has been waiting for this.

I don't know what I want first, her mouth, the velvet skin of her neck which I'm tasking in bites, never having enough of it, or the heat of her core that I grab with one hand and hold strongly, making her moan and sob and she yelps whenever I touch her sensitive spot between her shivering thighs.

"My turn..." I hiss deeply and swiftly stand up, turning around grabbing her tiny frame while lifting her and pinning her to the shower wall.

Her big eyes stare at me, floating in the fucking tears I'm so sick of. Why is she crying? Why the fuck is she killing me over and over, bringing me to life with kisses, and then killing me with her cries.

"Mia... I beg you, for the love of fucking God... stop crying..." I ask her, with painfully clenched jaws and leaning my forehead against hers, struggling to avoid those eyes burning holes in my heart each time they glue with mine.

She nods and I continue my kisses knowing for sure she won't stop crying but adamant to die before I cause more.

I love to feel her spent in my arms, I cherish, kiss, and lightly bite every piece of her, my palms burn with the desire for her and lift her forcing her legs around my waist while I walk out and close the distance between us and the bed, throwing her in her back and I take one step back, watching her, feeding my eyes with her beauty.

Her eyes freeze, glued on me with a shy smile on her lips and an innocence that drives me crazy.

"What..." she asks crossing her arms in her bare chest and hiding what will be the grave of my face pretty soon.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I declare and I don't lie.

Unlike women I've had before, everything she has is tiny and gentle. Her small but quite round breasts rest on her chest moving up and down in fast breaths and the perfectly lined neck throbs with veins dancing in the rhythm of her racing heart.

She doesn't reply but breathes deeply with anticipation when I come close, sliding the tips of my finger behind her legs and stopping at the back of her knee and lifting, one by one, until she can rest her heels on the edge of the bed and I can freely kneel between, close to the splendor of her arousal.

I see goosebumps on her inner thighs and I want to taste them, sliding my lips from her knee to her core while she whimpers, arching her back in protest when I avoid her core moving my mouth from one thigh to the other making me smirk with content see her she wants me.

"You're craving..." I tell her with lips glued to her skin and I feel her muscles tightening while she puts her feet on the floor, sitting up and grabbing my lips while opening the belt of my pants and sliding a hand in, making me suck her air in her lungs.

"Seems I'm not the only one," she whispers smiling in my mouth and that throws me over the peaks of my excitement making me stand up, finishing the job she started, and removing my pants, the only fabric that stays between the nakedness of our skins.

"You're driving me insane..." I say with a deep, shaky voice and I swiftly grab her sliding an arm under her waist, and throw her upper on the bed, squeezing myself between her legs and feeling her wetness with the tip of my manhood.

"You want me to have you?" I asked, not because I didn't hear well her earlier plea but because I wanted her to be sure and aware that once she is mine, she can't belong to anybody else.

"Take me..." she replies and grabs a full fist of the sheet fabric, throwing her head to the back and displaying to my eyes an entire view of her chest.

I place the tip between them, ready to plunge in but still unsatisfied with her closed eyes as she rolls them to the back of her head, losing herself in our intense moment. I travel my hand to her core just to see if she is ready, testing her inside with a finger I push lightly hoping she'll bring her gaze back to me. And she does, wide-open eyes and burning stare making a void in my chest.

"Don't take your eyes off me! Don't even blink!" I order craving to dive into her gaze when I'm in and forcing her to look and be aware that it is me and only me filling her up.

I push myself in, hard and raw, all the way to the base of my girth and she yells my name as loud as her lungs can help her, and I swallow her cries with kisses in her mouth.

She moans deeply, breaking my heart in two thinking I've hurt her.

"Shh... the pain will go away. I won't move until you tell me to," I reassure her, giving her time to adjust to me.

"It's not that..." she replies softly, her voice ringing in my ears like angel bells making me proud to be balls deep into the woman that I love.

"Hm... what is it then?" I ask her, smiling showering her face and neck with kisses, never having enough to taste her, but instead of a reply, she starts moving her thighs up and down along my girth, making the hair on the back of my head stand and electrical shivers travel on my back.

"Fuck!" I hiss and match her moves, staring into the eyes which she never moved away from me again, frowning when I feel her muscles tightening around me and sucking her lips shaping in perfect "o's" of arousal.

"Raffa..." she calls my name again and by the squeeze of her thighs I can tell she's not far from our climax.

"I'm here..." I whisper. "I'm with you..." I tell her but a deep groan finds its way out of my mouth at the exact moment of our climax which we both hit at the same time, with Mia yelling my name and blocking words in the throat as if she doesn't want to miss any sensation in the seven seconds she has gifted me and staring still into my eyes while I spit the last straws of semen, wanting to waste none.

"I love you..." she declares for the first time when we smile at each other, consumed and breathing heavily.

She is finally mine. I managed to get her and her heart and it's almost scary because the moment you have in your life someone that holds your heart and soul you fear, you fear losing that someone more than you fear losing your life.

"I love you... I fell for you the moment I saw you at my uni that day. Actually, I was searching for you long before we met and I was calling you, even though I never knew you existed, My Don between the covers..." she continues and her words, so bluntly spoken l find their way to my broken heart and foggy brain, mending them with magic.

"I knew you would be mine since that day. I knew you would be my beginning and my end and my life would have no meaning without you," I tell her and she giggles, God... so sweetly and reassuring that finally, my life is getting to have a sense.

I roll on my back and pull her after me, sitting her on my lap while her legs hang left and right of my waist, and her face becomes suddenly serious, with her angelic smile frozen on her lips and eyes searching into the depth of mine.

"I'm sorry I stayed..." I try to push for a closure of the separation we've had but I have no chance. She swamps over me and grabs my lips in a painful kiss swallowing my words and I decide to leave it for a later time. Tonight is about us being one and I'll not shadow that in matters that bring us further instead of closer.

Especially that her kiss freezes my brain to only one thing, having her tonight in any way I like, leaving no drip of semen unused, no drop of strength alive in her, no inch of her skin unkissed, and no minute wasted without saying how much I love her.

So I do what men do and throw her back on the bed, face down and butt up, connecting my lips to the lower side of her left butt cheek and going up along her spine, stopping at the back of her neck where I bite lightly and she moans deeply, completely surrendered to me and I make sure she stays like that all through the night until the morning when I take her in my arms and walk both off to the shower and clean each other up.

Well, each other is overstatement. She was lazily hanging on my neck with her head leaned against my shoulder, half asleep but still present enough to smile and whisper I love you or thank you each time I would wash her skin with hot water and the burning touches of my palms.

If this means being in love with Mia, I would surely kill for it or offer me a sacrifice for it.

We were both wasted and unable to keep away anymore just when the first rays of the sun started shyly showing up in what surely it's going to be the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen, or maybe the only one I bothered to notice.

We didn't get to see it, though, as we both fell in what I can strongly say was my best sleep ever, with Mia in my arms, feeling the weight of her body as a blessing for my hurt soul of a walking dead man for an entire year, with her legs tangled with mine and holding her head on my chest, making sure I feel her hot breath on my skin, nothing but bliss.

Don't think that's the way I woke up hours later. When I opened my eyes I felt cold shivers bracing me like a layer of ice and I found myself all alone, a feeling of emptiness and darkness telling me something was awfully wrong.

"Mia..." I stupidly call her name because I know she is not here.

It's too cold, too dark, and too empty for a place where Mia could breathe.

Suddenly anger builds up and hangs like a rock on my neck and I jump out of the bed, throwing a pair of black pajama pants on while I run out of the room and down the stairs and freeze at the root of it before I walk down the last step.

My eyes freeze on Benito and daggers pierce my heart, fearing the worst.

He sits leisurely on my living room sofa with legs crossed and arms spread along the backrest. The fingers of his right hand hold the never-missing cigar, his almost branded state.

"Oh, good morning, Don Raffa," he says smiling when laying his eyes on me.

"You seem to love waiting for me to finish my beauty nap," I say ironically in a deep, deadly tone.

It is only now that I notice a wooden box on the coffee table next to Benito.

"Well, beauty nap is important. It's healthy," he replies in the same manner and boy, did that make my brain boil?!

"Fuck off, Benito! Where's Mia?!" I roar and he suddenly looses the cocky smirk from his face.

"That, I'm not allowed to tell."

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