Page 18 of Silent Night with Massimo

After everyone has gone to bed I carry a plate of food down to the cellar.

She is sitting on the bed and doesn't stand when I come inside.

"Are you ok?" I ask, noticing how her shoulders areslumped forward, and her eyes are cast down. "Yes." She answers, soft and distant.

My heart aches to comfort her, but how can I? How can I give in to this overwhelming need to take care of her when she's the very person I can't trust? It feels like a betrayal of everything I've built to protect myself.

I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, watching her. She looks so lost, so sad, and yet still—so beautiful. No matter what has happened between us, she will never not be beautiful to me. Even in her brokenness, even in my anger, I can't look away.

"Vera." I want to tell her that I've been watching Elio, and I have a growing suspicion.

She turns to look at me, the shimmer of tears in her eyes breaking something deep inside me. Without thinking, I cup her jaw, my hand pressing against her soft skin. The moment I touch her, all the control I've held onto for six years shatters. Emotion floods me—buried anger, regret, desire—all rising to the surface.

"You never should have come back," I growl, my thumb brushing her lower lip.

"I had no choice," she breathes, her voice trembling. "I needed to see you again… to explain."

I pull her face to mine, and our lips crash together in a kiss that's fierce, desperate, filled with everything we've lost.

"There's nothing you can say to fix what you broke," I rasp against her lips, even as my body betrays me. My cock goes rigid against her. "But I can't stop wanting you."

Her breath hitches, her hands roaming over my chest, pulling me closer.

"Then take me," she whispers, eyes locked onto mine. "Just like you used to."

I press her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath me as her legs wrap around my waist. Her body arches against mine and my lips find her neck, tasting the salt of her tears.

"You're still mine," I growl softly, my hand tangling in her hair. "You never stopped being mine."

"I never wanted to stop," she gasps, her back arching as my mouth travels lower. "I'm yours. Always."

I grab her clothing, pulling it off piece by piece, tossing mine aside as well - until all that is left is her beautiful, naked body lying beneath me. Our skin against each other, the heat from our bodies soaking into each other.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes.

I lean down to kiss her again as I rub my cock over her pussy.

She moans against my lips, and I feel myself pulsing with need.

Slowly, I push myself inside her, inch by inch, I stretch her pussy open and bury deep into her.

She digs her nail into my back as I begin to thrust my hips, back and forth, in and out, feeling her body, tasting her, possessing her in ways my memory has haunted me with for years.

Despite the snow outside a thin layer of perspiration covers our skin as we move together. The heat of ourpassion, of long-lost things, all flooding from us at this moment.

She gasps as I penetrate deep inside her and wrap her legs tighter around my waist.

I can feel her pussy pulsing over me, tightening as her body begins to shudder with the pleasure of it all.

"Open your eyes and look at me," I command.

I want to see her. I want to know it's her.

Her pupils dilate as the orgasm waves through her, she never looks away from me, and I grow rigid, exploding inside her.

We lay together for a long time while the air around us grows colder. Eventually, I sit up, on the edge of the bed and start pulling my clothes back on. The last thing I need is for Bella to find me down here like this.

"Massimo - did you start looking into Elio?" She asks softly, still lying on the bed, wrapped in the blanket.

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