Please Stay
874 Words
He removed the last barrier between them, but this time there was no rush.
He sat between her legs, watching her.
Not touching yet.
Studying.
Her breathing was uneven. Not just from desire — but from nerves.
She swallowed.
There it was.
Fear.
Not fear of him.
Fear of pain.
Fear of losing him.
Fear of waking up tomorrow and realizing this night meant more to her than it did to him.
He noticed the hesitation in her eyes.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured softly, tracing a slow line down her stomach.
She caught his wrist.
“Will you stay?” she asked quietly.
Not dramatic.
Not desperate.
Just vulnerable.
He tilted his head slightly.
The question wasn’t about tonight.
It was about forever.
His thumb brushed over her hip, slow, reassuring.
“I’m here,” he whispered.
Carefully chosen words.
Not a promise.
Just presence.
And for Elsa, that was enough.
She released his wrist and instead pulled him closer — not just with her body, but with her need.
She wanted to feel wanted.
She wanted to feel chosen.
As he explored her, he paid attention to everything — the way her back arched, the way her fingers tightened in the sheets, the way her breath hitched when he found the places that made her melt.
He liked learning her reactions.
He liked that she responded so openly.
He liked that she trusted him enough to let go.
Every sound she made — he registered.
Every tremble — he caused.
And somewhere inside him, there was satisfaction.
Not cruelty.
Control.
She clung to him — not just physically — but emotionally. Her hands weren’t just holding his shoulders. They were anchoring herself.
When she trembled from the intensity, he slowed.
When she hesitated, he whispered against her skin.
“Relax, αγάπη… I’ve got you.”
And she believed him.
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Eros’ Mansion
Luciano stared at his phone.
Call failed.
Again.
He exhaled sharply.
He knew Eros. Too well.
He knew that tone Eros had earlier. The calculating one.
He dialed again.
No answer.
Luciano ran a hand through his hair, frustration building.
Athena’s words echoed in his mind.
“Watch him.”
The line rang.
Then silence.
He clenched his jaw.
Something didn’t sit right.
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Elsa’s Room
Elsa gasped softly as a new sensation overwhelmed her.
It was intense.
Unfamiliar.
She stiffened slightly — and he noticed.
He paused.
Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“It hurts,” she whispered — not accusing, just honest.
He lowered his forehead to hers.
“Breathe,” he said softly. “Look at me.”
She did.
Her fear wasn’t about the physical discomfort.
It was about crossing a line she could never uncross.
About giving something she could never take back.
He moved slower.
More deliberate.
Allowing her body to adjust.
Watching her face carefully.
He wasn’t rushed.
He wanted this to unfold exactly how he intended.
When her expression shifted from tension to fragile pleasure, he felt it.
That shift.
That surrender.
She wrapped her legs around him tightly — not to trap him.
But to keep him.
As if holding him physically could guarantee permanence.
“I’m yours,” she whispered against his skin.
And for a brief second —
He went still.
Those words.
They were heavy.
Too heavy.
But instead of correcting her…
He kissed her.
Deeply.
Silencing the weight of what she had just offered.
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Eros’ Mansion
Luciano stood from the bed and began pacing.
He tried again.
Voicemail.
He muttered under his breath.
“If you’re doing what I think you’re doing…”
His grip tightened on the phone.
Not because Eros was with her.
But because of how Eros approached things.
Strategic.
Detached.
And Elsa?
She didn’t seem like a strategic girl.
She seemed like the type who fell hard.
Luciano closed his eyes.
“Answer the damn phone,” he whispered.
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Elsa’s Room
Her body finally moved with his.
The initial fear dissolved into something warmer.
Something consuming.
But even in pleasure, she kept searching his face.
Looking for reassurance.
Looking for emotion.
Looking for permanence.
He gave her intensity.
He gave her control.
He gave her words that sounded like devotion.
But not promises.
Never promises.
When she reached her breaking point, her nails dug into his back — not to hurt him — but to anchor herself in reality.
And when it was over, when the room finally quieted except for their breathing —
She curled into him instinctively.
Seeking closeness.
Seeking safety.
He wrapped an arm around her.
But his eyes remained open.
Thoughtful.
Calculating.
The phone on the nightstand vibrated once more.
Unanswered.
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Author's Note:
What do you think?
Did he reassure her…
Or did he avoid promising her anything permanent?
And why is Luciano so uneasy?
I am so proud of myself for writing this.
I was scared, I was nervous about this part.
I remembered I begged a friend of mine to write this part.
He did try but I didn't feel what I wanted in my book.
I did it myself and seeing this result I am proud of myself.
Comment below and tell me your thoughts.
Xoxo
Bella Angel Douglas
- Writer
