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"𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧"

My body awakened itself, the caressing feel of soft sheets against my bare skin along with the warm arms of another.

Fluttering my eyes open, I peeked around the darkened room before landing on the man under me.

He was curled around my body, his arms clutching my waist almost protectively and his head buried in my chest, soundly sleeping.

I giggled quietly as I looked at his most angelic face buried in the pit of my breasts. It was quite amusing.

His black curls were tousled and sexily soft against my skin, while his entire face and body were relaxed. It was a truly stunning sight, almost heavenly.

He looked peaceful while he slept, and I rarely got to see him sleep because I was always the first to fall, and he'd be up before me the next morning.

But I was grateful for it now that I could see him in such a peaceful state. But then, between my legs, the urge to pee emerged, and I groaned softly.

I only hoped I wouldn't wake him when I moved. So I slowly slid his arms away from me, which thankfully withdrew. I replaced my body with a pillow and walked around the bed, leaving the boy.

My feet skidded into the bedroom bathroom, which also had a shower. I hastily shut the door and sat on the toilet to relieve my needs.

It seemed around two in the morning, which immediately turned my mood mildly upwards. I glanced towards the shower and considered if I should.

I had an odd addiction to showering whenever I woke in the middle of the night. It was the strange sensation of taking a shower at three am that helped me relax.

So, seeing the bath towels in a rack next to the shower—I decided to do it. I promptly stripped, turning on the shower in the process.

I stepped into the steaming water and submerged my entire body in it, allowing it to permeate through my hair and skin.

My eyes were closed and my skin's sensitivity became heated in a matter of seconds.

The sound of the shower door opening had my eyes snapping open and then widening to their greatest point as Roman—completely fucking naked—walked in.

He towered totally over me, his hair dishevelled and falling over his forehead, his tattooed, muscular physique on full display.

My gaze was drawn to his manhood, which stood thick and long in front of me. He took a step forwards, forcing me to look up and see his nearly devilish, piercing eyes.

As his cock brushed against my stomach, my lips parted, forcing me to return my gaze to the hard erection.

"What are you doing?" I choked out, my eyes returning to his.

He licked his lips sensuously, his steely eyes staring down at me. "Showering?" he asked, puzzled.

I scoffed and his eyes darkened. I took a step back as he took another stride closer. He did this until I was backed up against the shower wall.

His body pressed against my own, creating a low sound to escape my lips as my nipples pressed hard against his hard chest.

He leant down slightly to meet my eyes—while his hands moved beside my head, and the warm water spilt over his back from behind him.

His slick and crimson lips brushed against mine, brushing across my wet ones.

He peered deeply into my eyes. I returned his stare and fought hard to keep my frantic breathing under control.

"I want you on your knees," He whispered huskily and I fucking melted.

He took a step back, the water now pouring over his head and down his chest, streaming down his toned abs like some men's magazine photo shoot.

Listening to his demand, I knelt down onto the tiles, my lips now directly in front of his cock.

Then his palm came directly under my chin, turning it upwards to face him, my lips separated. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip as he gave me a dark stare.

"Open," He demanded. My mouth widened a fraction and he hummed deeply in approval.

Taking his cock into his tatted hand, he adjusted it into my mouth—placing the tip directly onto the opening of it.

His other hand reached behind my neck and grasped a handful of my hair, curling it into a fist.

"Now, suck."

Wrapping my tongue over the tip, it glides between the slit and his hand tightens in my hair as his muscles clench noticeably. He lets out a low grunt, visibly affected.

My mouth forms an O as it takes him deeper into my mouth. The throbbing sensation of his pulsing cock in my mouth had my already fallen knees, weak.

As his hand in my hair yanked my head back furthermore, my tongue swirled around his erect dick, taking him a quarter in.

My eyes strained directly on his as I sucked, his hand on his cock, guiding it into my mouth as I sucked. I watched as his jaw tensed, his cheekbones hollowed in even more, and his wet lips glossed scarlet red.

I nearly moaned at the sight of him. My hands came towards his chest as I shoved him a little deeper into my mouth, before moving my head back and forth.

As my tongue circled over the tan flesh, throbbing over his pink tip and then repeating the process, he let out a low groan.

I watched his muscly thighs clench and his abs tighten naturally—my hands moved up and down the tightened muscles as my movements strained faster.

As his climax intensified, he grunted as his hands in my hair moved in time with my movements, driving me deeper into his cock.

As he shoved himself into me, my eyes trailed back up at his. My hair stuck to my back while his tip struck the back of my throat, and I gagged.

When he connected his eyes with mine, he licked his lips and peered down at me, his eyes darkening infinitely further.

He groaned with ecstasy as my mouth closed over his cock once more.

"Fuck, Ella," He grunted and tilted his head back, his eyes rolling back as the water ran over him graciously.

My own heat began to escape. I was elated by the immense pleasure I was feeling from simply viewing his pleasure.

He shoved himself down my throat with both hands in my hair, causing tears to fall down my eyes and gag reflexes to erupt.

My toes reflexed almost immediately, which helped a little—but he seemed to like seeing me gag, judging on his rising orgasm.

I felt his pulse begin to throb inside me as he pushed himself impossibly farther into my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat again.

He quickly returned his gaze to the ground and watched himself fiercely fuck my throat.

My hands were gripped around his sides, holding my body up, and the hands in my hair were now entirely guiding my movements.

"Mhm," He hummed, before thrusting himself down my mouth, grunting and releasing.

Hot sprays of heat shot down my throat, compelling me to swallow the cream liquid.

By then, he'd finished, and I'd taken my lips away from his cock, licking the tip clean before dropping it.

His grip on me loosened before he slid his hands under my arms and lifted me off the ground. He threw his arms around my waist and slammed his lips against my own.

We were both underwater, warm water pouring from our joined bodies as we kissed passionately.

Our lips curled against each other in a warm, sloppy manner. It was absolute ecstasy, with his lips soft and silky and the water propelling our lips together.

My fingertips traced the contours of his back, causing every muscle to strain and flex in response to my touch. His own hand was tangled in my hair behind my head, and the other was around my stomach—applying pressure to my upper waist.

His hand behind my head controlled my movements, almost. It kept my head up towards his, such that as our lips pressed against each other, my head stayed right up to meet his.

I was the first to depart, my breathing heavy as he continued to hold my head high while the water ran down my face.

My gaze wandered over his dishevelled self in a trance. Drenched and droopy black hair, wild and lusty eyes. Lips, red and glossy.

One of my hands reached for his forehead, delicately brushing the hair that had fallen over his eyes. He stared intensely into my own, his eyes seemed to be caught in a daze looking at me.

For a while, we remained in this state. Just looking at one another, up until he broke the silence.

"You're fucking incredible, Arabella," He said just above a whisper. His voice was strained, almost scratchy, but yet extremely deep.

I smiled weakly with my lips upturned. My heart ached as the heaviness absorbed in my heart for the man in front of me.

My arms now encircled his neck, and his were encircling my lower waist, pushing me against him.

As I leant my head against his muscular chest, his chin rested on top of mine, and he ran both of his hands over my skin—soothingly—our bodies fused together.

For this moment only, I allowed myself to unfold completely. My body was completely relaxed, and he appeared to be as well.

I let my mind become blank as we stayed in each other's arms—wet and slippery, yet, warm and comforting.

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"Roman," I grumbled as he shut the last blind.

We were currently about to land. And Roman made it his mission to keep the location a secret.

I dashed towards one of the windows, hoping to open it, but he caught me and lifted me from the ground into his arms.

"You're no fair," I pouted as he took me towards a seat. He sat me down and tightened my belt, making sure it was tight enough to prevent me from reaching for the window.

"One hour," He said as he took a seat next to me. My eyes widened and I huffed.

"One hour!" I quipped and turned to him, "But I've been waiting several hours, Roman,"

He gripped my chin in his hand and lifted it up towards him. Staring down at me, he shook his head and pecked the corner of my lips.

"Patience, Ella," He muttered and took his hand away. I grumbled and scowled at him, then moved away, sticking my tongue out.

I heard him chuckle, the deep sound I'd grown accustomed to. The plane was now travelling at a lower inclination, and I was becoming increasingly elated.

I had a packet of skittles with me, which Roman had brought with him and to which I gladly stole.

Of course, I wasn't a bitch and I offered him some. We both ate our skittles silently, up until the plane landed.

Once the jet had landed safely on the ground, my anticipation couldn't be contained any longer as I unbuckled my belt and stood from the seat.

When I approached Roman, he chuckled as I grasped his hands in mine and hoisted him from his chair.

He towered over me as I picked up both of our bags and handed him his, however, he still grabbed my own.

I escorted us down the hall to the opening doors, where the flight attendants were waiting. Jackson smiled at me, and the two women exchanged lusty glances at Roman.

That identical possessive emotion came over me, and I wrapped my arm through his and smiled at the two women—without thinking.

They glanced at me and then quickly averted their hungry gazes, staring down at their feet and away from me.

As they should.

We both stepped out of the plane, and my senses were immediately filled with daylight and heat.

Looking around, it appeared that we were in an airport—well, more accurately, behind an airport. Ours was one of only two planes in the terminal.

A long limousine sat beneath the stairwell we were descending, with a chauffeur dressed in a black suit standing next to the opened passenger door.

Our suitcases were given to another man, who carried them to the back of the car.

As we approached the open door, the man smiled at both of us and then began speaking in a foreign language that I was all too familiar with.

"Benvenuti a Milano, Agnello e Miss Malik."

Translation: "Welcome to Milan, Mr Agnello and Miss Malik,"