Page 127 of King of Obsession

Alessio’s hips bucked, thrusting deep in me, his jeweled head stroking at me, his eyes fixed on mine as he came.

He roared, jolting with the force of his release pulsating inside me, his cum filling me.

I milked his seed from him. It felt so wild, so heated, so fucking good.

Panting, I fell back, gasping, panting, unable to contain the waves of ecstasy washing over me.

‘Lo e te tre metri sopra il cielo,’ he growled into my nape, still jerking until his ecstasy passed.

Many moments later, I spoke into his corded neck, with him still buried in me. ‘What did that mean?’

He pulled up, eyes gleaming. ‘It’s from some cheesy Italian film and means you and me, floating three meters above theheavens. Which is how this night was for me, bella.’

I appreciated the sanctity of the words, for this man had a way of making me fly higher than I’d ever done.

He knifed and kissed me long and slow before easing out of me to fetch a towel.

He cleaned me, then he fell back into my arms.

Sometime later, the insistent grumble of my stomach roused us from bed.

Alessio chuckled and swatted my behind. ‘Up and at ‘em, carissima. I’ll tend the fire if you make us some breakfast.’

‘Deal.’

I wrapped myself in the quilt and padded to the kitchenette while he crouched by the hearth, coaxing the embers back to crackling flames.

As I whisked eggs and warmed crusty bread, I couldn’t help sneaking glances at my gorgeous, golden Italian stallion, all lean muscle and sun-bronzed skin in the firelight.

How did I get so lucky?

Alessio caught me staring and smirked. ‘See something you like?’

‘Always,’ I quipped, echoing my earlier response.

Happiness bloomed warm in my chest.

In our cozy little love nest, the rest of the world seemed to melt away - no Contis, no threats of vengeance looming. Just us, basking in our newfound adoration and passion. I’d never felt so free, so utterly myself.

If only these perfect moments could last forever, I mused.

But I pushed those thoughts aside, determined to savor every second we did have.

‘Breakfast is served, handsome.’

After devouring the simple but satisfying meal of scrambledeggs and chives on toast, Alessio and I gathered up the dishes. Making our way down to the creek, shivering in the crisp morning air.

The water was bracing and ice cold, but we laughed and splashed each other while scrubbing the plates and utensils clean.

‘You’ve got soap suds in your hair,’ he murmured, reaching out to brush them away. His touch sent delicious tingles across my skin.

‘Whose fault is that?’ I retorted, flicking droplets at him. He grinned, unrepentant.

God, that smile.

It turned my insides to molten honey every time.

After the dishes were done, we stripped off our clothes and plunged into the creek, gasping at the shock of cold. Still, it felt glorious and refreshing, washing away the last cobwebs of sleep and sex funk.

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