broken heart (engl version)

A SWEET COMING AND GOING

Chiara smiled blissfully, then turned onto her side and fell into a deep sleep.

The night before she hadn't slept a wink and after finally satisfying her urgent desire twice, her strength finally abandoned her.

In the three days following her escape she had been overwhelmed by important events and struck by the most unexpected emotions. She really deserved a bit of rest, especially after the considerable expenditure of energy that had been needed to satisfy Carlo's insatiable desire.

They were having s*x, yet that constant eye contact had made her blush because his intense gaze had penetrated her much more than his erection, helping to make her vibrate like never before.

The deeper he sank into her, the more she wanted it, and the more she wanted it, the more sure she was that this wasn't just s*x.

She was terrified by that feeling, but she had decided not to let herself be overwhelmed by paranoia and to just live without thinking about the consequences, at least for once.

Now she just wanted to enjoy that incredible man that luck, fate or destiny had placed at her side.

She wanted to feel his weight on her and welcome his thrusts. Again and again.

Carlo stared at her, amazed, with a smile that meant: "You did well to trust me" and then they kissed with their eyes open as if to recover from the lack of eye contact that had occurred during that embrace.

Those eyes and that kiss transported her to a parallel dimension where that crazy man was hers and she belonged to him. And it was too divine to be his.

She pushed him gently onto the bed and he lay down, continuing to kiss her tenderly. Chiara in the meantime couldn't stop touching his face, his hair, his strong shoulders

As if he feared he would disappear at any moment.

Then he reluctantly detached himself from those lips and especially from those intriguing eyes to go further and further down and kiss every inch of that magnificent body.

The girl abandoned her head on his chest, lulled by the strong beating of his heart.

They slept for the first time in each other's arms and when she woke up she stayed a few minutes to watch him rest. Breathtakingly beautiful, sweet, damn sexy and good in bed.

She kissed him to wake him up, but Carlo put his arm around her and continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. Then she tried to whisper in his ear:

"Carlo, come on, wake up, let's go take a bath."

Nothing. He tried shaking it and still nothing.

Luckily she could still hear him breathing, otherwise she would have given him up for dead.

She broke away from his embrace and stepped outside. The sun was almost setting and it was their last chance to swim on that beautiful beach.

It took heavy-handedness, he thought as he filled a glass of water.

When she poured it on him, he jumped up with a shocked face and glared at her.

"You'll pay for this, you know."

"Come and get me, if you can," she taunted him as she dived naked into the sea.

Carlo didn't have to be told twice and rushed after the girl.

It was wonderful to swim naked and for a moment she really felt like she was in heaven on earth, or in some blue lagoon. The only thing she wanted was to stay as long as possible in that happy oasis.

After a few seconds she felt a bite on her bottom and screamed in fear.

The shark in question jumped out of the water laughing like a madman.

"You're such an i***t," she snapped at him.

"Come on, it was just an innocent bite. I intend to do much worse to you," he threatened her, smiling intriguingly.

He took her head in his hands and kissed her once again with his eyes open, trying to communicate with gestures what he couldn't make her understand with words, then he smiled at her brightly as always while she was still dazed by all the violent emotions she was experiencing.

They hugged each other tightly like their first bath when she arrived and he told her everything would be okay.

In the end, Chiara smiled too, realizing that it had been ages since she felt so beautiful, so womanly, and above all so alive.