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Aliyana slipped her mouth froliding up my arm, her free hand lay on top of hs burning froers withinin a breath at the feel of her s to not drop toher to never leave this room We didn’t need the world outside We had this roolanced back to ht back There was noout, no words said to break the silence… It was the ful moment of my life Here, deep inside this wo bastard I was before, was ht that I deserved a second chance, never wanted one As far as I was concerned, I deserved to spend the rest of my life miserable for what I’d done But here, deep inside the otwith God to let … this… whatever this was…

"Tu sei bella…" You are beautiful, I whispered and noticed Aliyana’s eyes glisten She careened forward and pressed a brief kiss onain, Aliyana lightly panting with every drawn-out thrust

Aliyana tightened her grip around ht, I built up speed, taking us further and further to the edge

Minutes later, our da hot, Aliyana quietly moaned as she came Her eyes fluttered closed and, after two more thrusts, I tucked my nose into her hair and came too

"Elpi…" Aliyana htened my arm around her waist I held her as close as I physically could And Aliyana leta word

"What was that music you played?" I suddenly asked "Just noas that?"

"Yiruma’s "Kiss the Rain,"" she answered breathlessly, her tired body sagging intoout of her, I scooped her up into lift the sheet off the floor, and carried her back to my bed As we lay down, Aliyana softly peppered kisses all overher cheek affectionately on my chest

"I’ve missed you, Elpi…" she whispered sleepily

I squeezed her closer toI could tell her I’dhere tonight"

Aliyana nuzzled into my chest and I felt the muscles in her cheeks pull into a sel sculpture, it seared my heart… I always knew if I could meet you in the flesh, your soul would do the sa Hail Mary from God himself, a free pass for the fucked-up sins of my past But that could never be true I had to pay the piper I’d ruined lives Kar you could drea some kind of price

I pressed my cheek on the top of her head and closed h the night without waking up to cold sweats and an unbearable anger killing ht sun filtering through the large s of the studio, the rays lighting up his ht in a drea ht I treasured the touch of this closed off, tortured man, but felt a deep pit swell inabout hieniusently over his rugged face, focusing my attention on the black crucifix which dominated his left cheek The lines looked like he’d done it hi underneath

Eyes following fingers, I ran the every inch of skin Unfaes of Italy and cryptic words featured in ns led to similar works on his chest, the centerpiece an intricate rosary falling to his sternum