“Look at me,” he commands softly, and I open eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed. His face is transformed by desire, his pupils so dilated his eyes appear almost black. “I want to see your face when I’m inside you for the first time.”
The initial breach of my body burns despite his careful preparation. I gasp sharply, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He freezes immediately.
“Breathe,” he instructs, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “Bear down slightly—it helps.”
I follow his guidance, and inch by excruciating inch, he enters me completely. The fullness is overwhelming, a strange mixture of discomfort and rightness. When he’s fully seated within me, our bodies joined as intimately as possible, he touches his forehead to mine.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Sotight, so perfect.”
He begins to move with shallow, careful thrusts that gradually deepen as my body accommodates him. Each withdrawal and return sends waves of sensation through me, building in intensity as he adjusts his angle to brush against that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
The sounds of our lovemaking fill the room—skin against damp skin, his groans mingling with my gasps, the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath us. I wrap my legs high around his waist, changing the angle and drawing him impossibly deeper.
“Yes,” he hisses, his rhythm faltering momentarily before resuming with new intensity. “Just like that.”
His hand slides between our sweat-slick bodies to grasp me, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts. The dual stimulation is too much—I feel myself tightening around him, my entire body tensing as pleasure coils tighter and tighter at my core.
“Let go,” he urges, his voice ragged, his movements becoming less controlled. “Come for me, Marco.”
My release hits with the force of a tidal wave—muscles spasming, back arching sharply off the bed as I cry out his name. Wet heat spills between us as waves of pleasure pulse through me, each one leaving me more undone than the last.
He follows moments later, driving deep and holding there as he finds his own release, his face contorted in beautiful agony as he empties himself inside me. I feel the pulse of him, the liquid heat of his climax, and it triggers a final aftershock of pleasure that leaves me trembling beneath him.
For several moments, we remain joined, both of us panting as if we’ve run miles. When he finally withdraws, I wince slightly at the sudden emptiness, the unfamiliar sensation of wetness between my thighs. He collapses beside me, gathering me against his heaving chest, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist.
“Are you okay?” he asks when he can speak again, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my forehead.
I touch his face, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath my fingertips, tracing the curve of his lips that have now known every part of me.
“I never knew,” I whisper, unable to fully articulate the revelation I’ve experienced. “I never knew it could be like this—so complete, so sacred.”
He understands without my having to explain. His smile is tender as he pulls me closer, my head finding the perfect resting place in the hollow of his shoulder. Our legs remain entwined, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my cooling skin.
“That was just the beginning,” he murmurs against my temple. “We have hours yet.”
The promise in his voice sends a fresh wave of desire through me, despite my body’s temporary exhaustion. I press a kiss to his chest, just above his gradually slowing heart, marvelling at how quickly I’ve become addicted to the taste of his skin.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
“That I’ve spent my life studying divine love, but I’m only now beginning to understand it.” I press a kiss to his chest, just above his heart. “And that I’m grateful, despite everything, for these twelve hours.”
He tightens his arms around me. “Whatever happens when we leave this room, Marco, this is real. What’s between us—it’s real.”
“I know,” I whisper. “And that’s what frightens me most. Not the assassins, not the corruption we’re fighting. But this—us—and what it means for everything I’ve believed.”
“Does it change your faith?” he asks, serious now.
I consider this, my head resting on his chest. “No. It deepens it.I believe God brought us together for a reason—not just to fight corruption, but to help me understand love in all its forms.”
He kisses the top of my head, and we fall silent, wrapped in each other’s arms. Outside this room, dangers wait. Assassins hunt us, corrupt officials plot against us, and the weight of our offices will soon reclaim us. But for these precious hours, we’ve found something rare and precious—a connection that transcends titles and positions, that exists in the space between two souls recognizing each other.
And whatever comes next, I know with absolute certainty that I’ve been changed forever by this night, by this man, by this profound understanding of what it means to truly love and be loved in return.
12
New Beginnings
Marco
