Chapter Five

Heidi

I pace around Alessandro's living room, trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's better decorated than my place—warm colors, plush furniture, framed photos. It looks more like a family home than a bachelor firefighter's place.

Clearly, I need to do away with any and all stereotypes when it comes to him because he's breaking every single one of them.

"Like it?" he asks with a grin, those devastating dimples appearing as he looms at the head of the hallway.

"It's beautiful," I admit. "Um, are you sure you're okay with Skeet being here? Cats and leather furniture don't really mix."

"If he ever comes out from under the guest bed, he'll be fine," he says with a chuckle. My poor cat wasn't thrilled about being relocated to Rivin's domain. As soon as I stepped inside with him, he bolted.

Alessandro just set up all of his stuff in the guest room so he wouldn't have to leave if he didn't want to leave. He's really bumming Rivin out, though. Rivin is dying to play with him. I don't see that happening anytime soon, though. Skeet is not about that life.

Maybe one day.

"Come on," Alessandro says, eyes glinting as he holds out a hand toward me. "You can prowl through my shit tomorrow. Let's get in bed."

My heart pounds against my breastbone at his words. "I am not sleeping in your bed, Alessandro."

He smirks, yanking his shirt over his head as he stalks toward me like a big freaking cat on the prowl. "Yeah, you are, Sunshine." His growl sends a shiver through me. "Don't give a fuck how hard you try to pretend you aren't into this, I know better. You're dying to give me another taste."

I whimper, equal parts terrified and turned on, as I try to dodge him. But his strong arms snatch me up with ease. And despite my best intentions, I find myself climbing his muscular body, all but clinging to his broad shoulders.

Damn him for being irresistible.

Rivin hops up from the massive dog bed beside the couch, padding after us.

"Rivin, zostań ," Alessandro commands the dog, who huffs indignantly. "Sorry, man. You're sleeping out here tonight."Rivin narrows his eyes on Alessandro, huffs again, and then tosses his head before hopping up on the couch.

"Jesus Christ," Alessandro mutters in response.

"He's very dramatic, you know," I giggle as he carries me down the hall.

"Yeah?" He palms my ass, pushing open the bedroom door. More masculine furniture and plush rugs greet me, but his intoxicating scent flooding my senses makes me moan. God, he smells delicious, like woodsmoke and spice.

"Keep making that sound, and you aren't going to be a virgin come morning, Sunshine," Alessandro rasps in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

I whimper, heat flooding through me at his words. Everything between us is moving at the speed of light. I barely know him...but I don't want to slow down. As terrifying as it is, it also feels right.

"Maybe that's the plan, Firefighter," I manage to say, reaching deep for a little courage.

A heatwave rolls over me as his eyes darken to black, his expression turning feral with hunger. "Don't say it if you don't mean it, Heidi," he says hoarsely. "Once I get my hands on you, I'm not taking them off again."

My heart thunders at the way he says it, almost like a plea, as if it'll break him if I change my mind. The last thing I want to do is hurt him or break him.

He wants me so badly; I can feel the need emanating from every inch of his powerful frame. The combination of his vulnerability and desire unleashes something fierce in me, making me far braver than I've ever been.

Leaning back in his arms, I slowly peel my shirt over my head, holding his piercing gaze as it dangles from my fingers.

"Who says you have to take them off me?" I ask, letting my tank top fall to the floor.

A feral growl rumbles from his chest as he practically catapults me onto the bed. I squeal, bouncing against the mattress. But the laughter dies in my throat as he crawls over me, his muscular body rippling, tattoos flexing.

"I'm going to worship every inch of you, Sunshine," he rasps, his voice rough. "Show you how fucking perfect you are."

I arch beneath him, whimpering as his lips close around one hard nipple. He bites and sucks until I'm gasping beneath him, clinging to his broad shoulders. His hands are everywhere, brushing every inch of skin.

"You're so soft." He pops off my nipple, kissing a hot trail down the center of my chest. His lips, tongue, and teeth drive me wild as he lavishes attention on my body. He lingers on my belly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the rolls and stretch marks I've always been self-conscious about.

"Alessandro." I pull his hair, not sure if I'm trying to get him to move or stay. I feel drugged, senseless and exposed in a way I've never been before now.

"No," he growls against my skin. "These are so goddamn sexy to me. Everything about you turns me on, Heidi. Your body is a fucking miracle."

Tears prick my eyes at the raw honesty in his voice. He's not just saying what I want to hear. I can feel how much he means it, how hard he is for me. For the first time, I feel truly sexy, desired, cherished.

"Your body is my playground, angel. Every inch of it is worthy of devotion," he breathes, dragging his lips down my lower belly.

I sob his name, my core clenching.

"By the time I'm finished with you, you'll feel my devotion every time you breathe, Sunshine." His tongue dips into my belly button, making me shiver. "You'll know just how perfect you are."

God. He's killing me, one sweet word at a time. If this is what it means to be his, I don't want to stop. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

My breath hitches as he drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs before tossing them off the side of the bed. "Spread for me, angel. Let me see that perfect little pussy."

Pulse pounding, I let my thighs fall open, baring myself completely.

He groans, his eyes locked on my sex. "Beautiful," he rasps. "So fucking beautiful."

"Alessandro," I whimper, shaking with need.

"Tell me I can eat this pretty pussy," he begs, his heated gaze capturing mine. And that look in his eyes…God, I've never seen anything sexier than this man on his knees between my legs, pleading with me to let him eat me. "Tell me I can fuck you with my tongue until you come all over my face."

"God, yes," I moan desperately. "Please!"

With a wild growl, he lunges, burying himself face-first between my legs. Sensations explode through my body as he feasts on me, licking, sucking, and biting like a starving man.

I sob his name, fisting my hands in his hair.

My world narrows to him and the way his rough tongue laps over me, each stroke hotter and more insistent than the last. He grips my thighs, holding me open while he devours me, hungry and ravenous. The rhythm is brutal, every nerve in my body lighting like wildfire.

"You taste so goddamn good," he growls against my folds. "Sweet and juicy."

His words send another shudder through me. It's too much. I'm too exposed, too vulnerable. But I can't find it in me to care. Not when his tongue flicks against my clit. Not when he sucks and nips until I'm writhing beneath him.

"I can't…I can't…" I whimper, gripping his hair tighter. But he doesn't stop, not for a second.

"You can," he growls, sounding just as wrecked as I feel. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he directs his attention back to my clit. He alternates between licking and sucking on it until my whole body tightens up.

"Please…" I beg, although I've lost track of what I'm asking for. Release? More? Both? Everything?

He responds to my plea by sliding two thick fingers inside me while continuing to attack my clit with his tongue.

My orgasm crashes over me, sweeping me under and tossing me around before spitting me back out. But he doesn't stop. He just keeps going.

I buck against his mouth, sobbing, pleading...and shattering again.

He holds me down beneath him, ruthlessly wringing a third from me. This time, he leaves me shaking and pleading, so sensitive I feel like I'm going to shatter apart with every swipe of his tongue.

"I can't," I gasp, tears leaking from my eyes. "It's too much! Please. I can't."

Slowly, he lifts his head, his mouth wet with my arousal. His eyes are wild and feral, almost black with lust. Hie wipes his forearm across his mouth, breathing hard.

God, he's so damn beautiful like this.

That's the only thought I have before he lunges at me. He lands on top of me, kissing me as if he's going to die if my air isn't in his lungs immediately. I taste myself on his tongue and sob his name, my core clenching hard.

This time, I touch him, my hands running all over his body, feeling the power in his coiled muscles. He's so damn strong. And yet, he's shaking for me, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.

"I need you, Sunshine," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Christ, I can't think straight."

"Yes," I moan, slipping my hands between us, desperately trying to undo the button of his work pants. "Now. I need you now, Alessandro."

Together, we shove his jeans and boxers down his hips. His thick erection springs free, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He's huge and perfectly hard, bouncing against his belly.

I bite my lip, unsure how he's possibly going to fit, but the way he groans my name like a prayer sends another wave of wetness between my thighs. We'll make it work.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my heels to push his pants the rest of the way off as he attacks my throat with kisses.

He wraps one fist around his length, sliding the head of it through my folds. He glances down, groaning as he bounces himself against my clit. The wet sound echoes around us, making me whimper.

"Goddamn," he pants, the muscles in his abdomen contracting. "You already feel too fucking good. There's no way I'm going to last, Sunshine."

"I don't care!" I cry, arching up to meet him as he bounces his cock against my clit again. Pleasure spirals through me, and I cry out. "Just get in me!"

He notches his cock at my entrance, his eyes filled with something that steals my breath. "You're all mine now, Sunshine."

"Condom!" I gasp, desperately trying to think straight. But all I can focus on is the look in his eyes, the possessiveness and need, and how good his cock feels against my entrance.

"Hell no," he growls, his eyes locking with mine, his voice filled with a steely determination. "I'm taking you just like this, angel. Just you and me, no barriers."

"I…I…" I should tell him no. That's the sane thing to do. Say no and demand he put on a condom. I know he will if I'm not really okay with this. I see that truth in his eyes, too. As much as he wants this, he won't force me into anything. That's not who he is.

But I don't say that. Because the image of a little boy with his warm brown eyes and dimples flashes through my mind, and intense longing bubbles up from the depths of my freaking soul.

"You want it, don't you?" Alessandro asks.

"Yes," I moan, unable to deny the truth. I want it so freaking bad it hurts.

Triumph blazes in his eyes, as hot as the sun. "You're mine," he breathes, pressing his lips to mine. "In every fucking way, you're mine, Heidi."

Before I can say anything else, he's pushing inside me in one deep, delicious stroke. I claw his back as he stretches me open, filling me full. He's so thick, so long, so damn hard. I can't breathe. Can't look away from him, either. The intense look of pleasure on his face is everything as he rocks his hips forward, groaning my name.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "You feel so good, Sunshine. So damn good."

My barrier tears, sending a tiny, fleeting prick of pain through me that barely registers. But tears spring to my eyes anyway. Not because it hurts but because of the overwhelming sense of…rightness, of completion that rushes through me.

He sees the tears and immediately freezes.

"Breathe, angel," he croons, framing my face with his hands as his forehead presses to mine. He rains tender kisses across my face. "Breathe for me. I'm right here. I've got you."

"Alessandro, I..."

I think I'm falling in love with you. But I can't force the words out. They lodge in my throat, sticking. It's too soon. Way too soon…isn't it?

His gaze flits across my face, his expression softening, and I think maybe he knows exactly what I didn't say. I think, maybe, he feels it, too.

Shouldn't that scare me? In this moment, for the first time ever, I'm not afraid.

"Heidi," he breathes, his lips brushing mine in the sweetest kiss. My tongue twines with his, and I get lost in him, in us.

I wiggle beneath him, and he sinks deeper into me, groaning. A bolt of pleasure rips through me. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders, my head lolling on the pillow.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckles, a hitch in his voice.

"Yes," I moan. "Do it again."

He hikes my leg up higher over his hip and starts to move faster, harder. The sensations are indescribable, and I'm lost in the way he fills me, completing me in ways I never thought possible.

He growls, his eyes darkening as they tangle with mine. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, anchoring me to him as he grinds deeper. Each stroke sends us spiraling into a world that consists of only us and the pleasure throbbing between us.

I latch onto his neck, my lips finding purchase against the salty sheen of sweat on his skin. His pulse throbs beneath my tongue, matching the reckless beat of my own heart.

My name tumbles from his lips like a mantra, each declaration punctuated by a deep stroke that pushes me closer to the precipice.

His hands are everywhere—on my hips, skimming along the curve of my waist, roaming greedily over the swell of my breasts.

"God, Heidi," he groans, an edge of desperation in his voice. "I can't get enough of this perfect little body. You're so goddamn sweet." He leans in to capture my lips with his own, swallowing my cries as he takes me higher.

The obscene slap of skin against skin echoes through the room as he pounds into me, hitting that secret spot inside that makes me sob with pleasure.

He feels so good; everything feels so good.

The feel of him—the hard planes and muscular lines of his body—is some kind of aphrodisiac.

"Oh God," I moan brokenly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me harder. "Don't stop."

"That's it, angel," he rasps against my ear. "Take my cock just like that. Fuck, you look so beautiful spread out on my bed, stuffed full of me."

"Alessandro," I gasp, my world narrowing down to this one perfect moment and his filthy words. "I-I think I'm..."

"I got you, Heidi," he grunts as he drives himself even deeper, as if he intends to imprint himself inside me. "Just let go."

He tangles his fingers through my hair, pulling on the strands just enough to make me whimper with pleasure. His other hand slips between our bodies, his fingers rolling over my clit.

I sob his name, arching beneath him as the coil inside me shrinks in on itself, threatening to explode into a million jagged pieces.

"That's it, Sunshine. Come on my cock," he demands, grinding against my clit in a way that has me gasping for breath. "I want to feel this sweet cunt milking me dry. Give it to me, Heidi."

I can't deny him. I don't even try.

With a keening cry, I shatter in his arms, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

He growls low in his throat, his rhythm faltering.

"Fuck, baby!"

He buries his face in my neck with a guttural moan, slamming into me one last time before going rigid above me. Warmth floods my womb as he empties himself inside me, his cock throbbing and jerking with each powerful spurt.

I tremble in his arms, gasping as we collapse in a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, his body pressed tight to mine. His heart thunders against my chest, pounding like a drum.

"Heidi," he murmurs against my ear. "Jesus, Sunshine. You're perfect."

I'm not sure what scares me more...the fact that he means it, or the realization that I feel the same way about him. He's perfect.

But he's wrong about me. I'm not perfect. I'm a mess. I've always been a mess. Eventually, he's going to realize it too.

Will he walk away like my bio parents did when he figures it out?

Panic wells up in my throat at the thought, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. I open my mouth, not even sure what I'm going to say, but he beats me to it.

"I feel you freaking out." His powerful arms close around me, engulfing me in his strength. "Just breathe, Sunshine. I meant what I said. I'm not going anywhere. You've got me now, for as long as you'll have me."

Some of the tension bleeds out of me at his soothing reassurance, and I let out a slow, shuddering breath.

He brushes a tender kiss against my temple. "There's my girl," he praises softly, making me shiver. "I've got you, Heidi. Always."

We lay like that for a few moments before I start to squirm restlessly. He's still rock-hard inside me, and it's more than a little bit distracting.

"Um..." I whisper hesitantly. "You're still...you know...inside me..."

"I know." His lips curve against my ear. "And that's where I'm staying. We're sleeping just like this, angel. You're so warm and tight around me, and we can't have my cum leaking out of this sweet pussy, now can we?"

I clench involuntarily at his words, a needy whimper escaping my throat. "Alessandro!"

"Told you, once I got my hands on you, I wasn't taking them off," he reminds me, rocking his hips gently, pushing even deeper into me. "I meant that shit. And don't think I didn't feel how much you liked hearing it. I can read this sexy little body like a book, Sunshine. You can't hide what you need from me."

I huff indignantly, but any protest dies on my lips when he slides a palm down to squeeze my ass.

"Now, stop wiggling and go to sleep," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "My cock's not going anywhere until morning."

Grumbling under my breath, I snuggle into his embrace, letting my eyes drift shut. I might also elbow him, but he just chuckles, not bothering to reply.

The last thing I feel before I fall asleep is the gentle brush of his lips on my forehead.

"Dream of me," he whispers...as if there's any doubt of that happening.

This man is absolutely crazy. But God help me, I'm starting to love it. Way, way too much.