Chapter 8

LORENZO

As the evening deepens, the soft glow of the yacht's lights casts a warm, intimate atmosphere on the deck. The sounds of the ocean create a soothing melody, the rhythmic waves lapping against the hull as Mira and I stroll side by side. On the way back to her stateroom, I can't help but feel a sense of peace I haven't known in years.

We reach her door, the gentle hum of the yacht ever-present in the background. I turn to face her, her aquamarine eyes reflecting the soft glow of the hallway light. Her face, framed by those blonde curls, looks particularly angelic in this moment, a blend of innocence and strength.

"This is your stop," I say softly, a hint of reluctance in my voice. My cock is urging me to make a move but I ignore the fucker, knowing she needs more time.

She smiles up at me, her expression a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something that makes my pulse quicken. "Thank you for today, Lorenzo. It was… perfect."

"For me as well," I reply, meaning every word. "Good night, Mira."

I lean in to kiss her. As my lips brush her skin, she shifts slightly, her face tilting to meet mine fully. Suddenly, our lips are only a breath apart. The unexpected closeness sends a jolt through me, and I'm unable to resist the temptation.

She shocks the fuck out of me and closes the gap. All the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock as her lips press softly yet insistently against mine. The kiss is gentle yet charged with a latent energy that makes my heart race.

I pull back slightly, searching her eyes for understanding, but what I find there is an unmistakable invitation. A daring spark that both surprises and mesmerizes me.

"Mira…" I begin, but she silences me with another kiss, this one bolder, deeper. Her hands slide up to rest on my shoulders, fingers lacing behind my neck, pulling me closer as her curvy body presses against mine.

Instinctively, my arms wrap around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer. The warmth of her body and the softness of her lips feel dangerously right. The boundaries I'd been so careful to maintain blur and fade into the background as I lose the fight.

Her movements are sincere and unguarded, her kiss a declaration of her acceptance of me and my lifestyle. I respond in kind, my hesitations melting away as I surrender to the moment. The world outside might be a whirlwind of chaos and challenges, but right now, here in her embrace, there's only an oasis of passion and connection.

When we finally break apart, breathless and slightly dazed, she rests her forehead against mine, those beautiful eyes searching mine for a reaction.

"Lorenzo, I don't want you to stop," she states, shocking the hell out of me.

"Are you sure?" I murmur, my voice husky from the intensity of the kiss and the emotions blasting through me. As a man who's never been allowed to express his feelings for fear of putting others in danger, this is all completely new. And I have to admit I love the freedom. "I'm not sure I could ever give you up once I've made your fucking luscious body mine."

We stand there in the hallway, the air between us crackling with the electricity of our newfound understanding. There are a thousand things I could say, a thousand warnings about the world we're stepping into, about the dangers that will inevitably follow us, but I remain perfectly still. Frozen. Waiting for her to make the first move.

The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of bedside lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. The air is charged with anticipation and the lingering scent of the ocean. Mira stands before me, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and trust that sends a jolt straight to my cock.

She reaches for my starched dress shirt and pulls it open, spraying buttons around the room. "Does that answer your question?" She looks up at me and innocently bats her eyelashes.

"Fuck me."

"That's my line," she whispers against my lips as I pull her curvy body close and cover her lips with mine.

I step closer, and the space between us disappears. My fingers reach for the hem of her summer dress, my touch lingering on her skin for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Her breath catches as I begin to lift the fabric, revealing more of her to the dim light. Her dress slips easily over her head, pooling at her feet in a whisper of floral-patterned cotton.

My gaze travels over her, taking in the smooth expanse of her shoulders, the gentle curve of her waist, and the delicate line of her collarbone. She's unbelievably beautiful, and the realization only intensifies the heat coursing through me.

I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, my fingers deft but deliberate, savoring each moment. As the garment falls away, I step back, allowing my eyes to feast on her luscious curves. The vulnerability in her eyes is matched by a fierce courage, a willingness to surrender that heightens my own need. I ignore the urge to rush, needing to make this special for my little bambolina.

My hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. I slide them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor beside her dress. She stands before me now, completely exposed, a luscious living work of art.

Every inch of her calls to me, and I respond, closing the distance once more. My hands roam over her skin, memorizing the softness, the warmth. The touch is electric, a pulse that matches the rapid beat of my heart.

Unable to resist any longer, I let out a low growl and begin to undress myself. My shirt is the first to go, ripped away with an urgency I can't suppress. The rest of the buttons fly as fabric tears. All that matters is Mira standing there in all her glory.

My shoes and pants come off next, kicked aside carelessly. As I step out of the last of my clothing, I pull her into my arms, the heat of our bodies mingling.

"Mira," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "You're everything."

She responds not with words but with action, her hands exploring my now bare skin, igniting fires wherever they touch. The world narrows down to this moment, this room, this intoxicating union of souls.

I kiss her then, not gently but with a raw intensity that reflects the storm inside me. Her lips, soft and hungry, meet mine with equal fervor, and in that kiss, I find both a release and a promise.

As we move toward the bed, the last coherent thought I have is that this night, this connection is something I will protect at all costs. Mira is more than just a spark in the darkness. She's my match in every way.

My thoughts splinter when she reaches between us to wrap her soft hand around my hard-as-steel cock.

I throw back my head and growl her name to the ceiling as she slowly strokes my cock.

"Fuck." I can't control the words falling from my lips. My fucking cock has been rock-hard since the moment I first laid eyes on her, and I'm about to come way the hell too soon.

I step back and wrap my hands around her sweet face. "I love you." I mutter the three words I've never said to anyone except my sister and my grandmother.

"Then show me how much," she breathes against my lips.

I lift her against my chest and cover her sweet lips with mine. As I slide my tongue inside her mouth, her sweetness flows through me. Her tongue brushes against mine, nearly sending me to my knees.

I lay her on the bed and crawl over her luscious body.

"You're fucking beautiful," I groan and run my finger around one of her sweet nipples, and she sighs my name as I close my lips around it.

Kissing my way to the other breast, I leave little nibbles along the way. When I suck her other nipple into my mouth, she drags her fingers through my hair to hold the back of my head tightly.

"Don't stop," she whimpers and rubs her curvy body against mine, sending electricity flowing down my spine.

She's all fucking mine. "Nothing could stop me," I growl and proceed to kiss every inch of her luscious body.

I press one finger just inside her tight pussy, and her inner walls clamp down on my digit.

Fuck. Imagining how good they're going to feel massaging my sensitive cock nearly brings me to my knees. I ignore the urge to rush and concentrate on making sure my little bambolina is ready for me.

I slide my finger slowly in and out, making sure to watch her face for signs I'm hurting her. The tension in her curvy frame slowly relaxes and I slip a second finger in.

She mutters incoherently, begging me to hurry up. When I rub my thumb over her clit, she digs her heels into the soft bedding and lifts her hips, trying to get closer to my touch.

I run my tongue along the sweet-smelling skin between her tits.

My eyes cross when she reaches between our bodies to wrap her silky hand around my hard shaft. I call on every ounce of control I possess while letting her explore my cock. She rubs her thumb slowly over the head, and a shiver runs through my body as I fight the urge to come.

My patience eventually runs out and I devour her sweet lips as I line my cock up with her tight opening.

I stare into her aquamarine eyes and slowly press my hips forward. Her silky inner walls flutter around my hardness as she grips my shoulders.

"Just so you know," she breathes against the side of my throat, "I'm not experienced at this."

I lean back and stare into her eyes. "That makes me very happy."

"Caveman." She sighs and wiggles her hips, encouraging me to move.

"Your caveman." I suck the sensitive skin at the base of her throat into my mouth, leaving my mark.

"That's right." She stares up at me, and the emotion shining from her eyes warms my heart. "And I'm keeping you."

"That's my line." I kiss her soft lips and slide my tongue into her mouth as I slowly thrust into her sweet pussy.