"I'm not mad Lily, I know that this is all too much and I will give you all the time you need." He said, giving me a gentle smile.

His smile and words melted the anxiety and doubts coating my heart. I shook my head and patted the spot where he was sitting earlier. He looked confused but still sat in front of me again, our knees touching.

I lowered my head and fiddled with my hands. "Th-this is all overwhelming for m-me but I t-trust you. I-I really do." I paused and looked at him, his blue eyes comforting me. "Y-you will not hurt me r-right?" I choked, my vision blurred from the tears falling from my eyes.

He gently wipes my tears and cups my face. "My Angioletto. I will never hurt you, I will always protect and care for you. You already own me since the day you saved my life." He said, his eyes and voice filled with sincerity.

I nodded my head. Tears started to stream on my face again, I'm not sure what will happen in the future but I will take the risk. He softly kisses my cheeks while his hand is stroking my back.

Several minutes passed and I was able to calm myself. His touch and kisses comforted me and stopped me from having an anxiety attack. He pulled away from me and I smiled.

He checked the time from his expensive looking wrist watch. "Do you still want to continue the date? I have another thing planned for us but if you're tired we can go home" he asked.

"C-continue. Where are we going?" I ask.

"You will see. Let's go." he grinned and stood up. He extended his hand to me and I gladly took it.

He parked the car in an Art Museum. I look at him with a wide smile. "H-how do you know that I like museums?" I asked.

"I have my sources." He winks at me.

We got out of the car and we went inside the museum while holding each other's hand. I looked around and there were no people inside.

"Is the museum close already?" I question.

"I rented the museum for the night, so you have all the time tonight to check every art installation here." He answered.

I blushed, he rented a museum for me. I looked up to him and saw him staring at me with a loving expression.

He squeezed my hand and guided me through the entire museum. I stop on a familiar painting. It's a painting of a ballerina.

>L'Étoile, 1878 by Edgar Degas

"L'Étoile? Wait, this is a painting from Paris, W-why is it here?" I asked.

"I borrowed it. I'm not sure if you're ready to go out of the country with me so I borrowed the painting for a day. " he shrugged, sounding like what he did was not not a big deal.

How rich and powerful are you to be able to "borrow" a famous painting? I ogle at the painting, It looks vivid and alive. The joy of the woman while she was dancing was perfectly painted by the painter.

"If you want, I can pull some strings for you to have it." he offered.

I laugh, is he joking? When I gaze up to him. He is wearing a serious expression, nope he is not joking. He will really give this to me.

"N-no. Painting like this, needs to be appreciated by everyone. I-it w-will be selfish to hide it's beauty." I shook my head.

"If you say so my angioletto but If you want anything no matter what it is, I will give it to you." He lifted my hand and kissed it.

My heart jumped up and down and my face was warm from blushing. I lowered my head suddenly feeling shy.

"Don't hide your face from me." He put his finger on my chin and lifted my head. Our eyes met, his blue eyes expressing something I can't comprehend. I study every inch of his face and instinctively look at his sinful sweet lips. I badly want to kiss him but I'm too shy to ask, please kiss me.

"May I?" he asks while staring at my lips.

I nod my head and he immediately puts his lips on mine. His lips are warm and sweet, I put my hands on his neck and he wraps his arms on my waist. He lightly bit my bottom lip, I opened my mouth and he hungrily invaded my mouth. I let him control the kiss, his tongue licking every part of me and I moaned when he lightly sucked at my tongue.

He groaned, his hands fondling my waist and back. I pulled away to breath and his lips found my neck. He sucked on the flesh of my neck and licking it after leaving a mark, I let out another moan. I tighten my hold on his neck, my knees are giving in. I can feel his junior hardening on my stomach.

He nibbled on my ear and ran his tongue from my ear to my collarbone. I shuddered from the sensation and I feel him smirk on my neck. He moved to the other side of my neck and abused it. He lightly squeezes my waist while he's leaving a mark. The overwhelming sensation made me moan. His lips found mine again and he eagerly tasted me, he bit on my lip and slightly pulled it. I'm pretty sure my lips and neck are bruised by now.

He let me go and moved away from me, I frowned from the loss of contact. "Don't pout my angioletto, I need a moment or I will not be able to control myself from ravishing you in the middle of the museum." he said breathlessly, his blue eyes clouded with lust

I blushed, Why am I being so horny and needy. I need to calm down, I am not even sure if I am ready to go further right now. I lowered my head, feeling ashamed.

He lifts my head. "I have a feeling you're not yet ready and that's okay." he assured me.

"Shall we go home? We can watch movies all night." he offers.

He held my hand and I gave the painting one last glance. We went out of the museum with a wide green on both of our faces.

The car ride was comfortable, We kept glancing at each other and his hand is on my thigh, lightly squeezing it.

When I opened the front door, no one was in the living room. I looked at him confusedly.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I bribed them to leave us alone for the night."

"Let's watch in my room." I giggled. We went to my room and he sat on my bed. I went to the bathroom and quickly changed my clothes, I'm now wearing a black tank top and pajama shorts.

I grab my laptop and lay beside him. He covered us with the duvet. He put his arms around me and I snuggled close to him. We started watching The Strain.

In the middle of watching, he bit my ears. "Can I kiss you? I will not go further. I just need to taste you again." he desperately pleaded.

I nodded my head and kissed him on the cheeks. He smirked and put the laptop on the floor. He hovered above me, my legs are between his knees. His fingers traced my neck and collar bone and I shivered. He kissed me, biting and licking my lips. He slightly opened his mouth, giving the control to me. I explored his mouth, nibbling on his lips and my tongue savoring every part of him. I pulled away, needing some space to breath.

He started kissing my face going down to my neck, his hands traveling to my waist and stomach. He gently bit on my neck, the pleasure and pain coursing to my body, I moaned and moved my body closer to him if that's even possible. It encourages him to caress my thighs and leave a mark near my breast.

He blew on my ears and licked it. "You're so sensitive to me. I can't get enough of you." he huskily said.

He kissed me one more time and moved away. I controlled my breathing and touched my neck, I can still feel his lips on me. He grabbed the laptop and put it on top of the duvet again and we continued watching.

I cuddled close to him. I felt exhausted and tried to fight my eyes from closing.

He kissed me on my temple. "Sleep my angioletto. I will not go anywhere." he whispered.

I nodded my head and closed my eyes with a smile on my face.