CHAPTER- 44

                                    

                                          
Ace POV:
The room was dimly lit, a haze of heat and passion clinging to the air as I devoured her, slowly. 
Her moans were a lullaby— soft, seductive, and utterly intoxicating, drawing me deeper into the moment. 
With every arch of her back and every breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips, I felt a surge of possessive pride well up inside me. 
She was mine from now on. Maybe she was meant to be mine always.
Her chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. 
Her hands gripped the pillows tightly, knuckles white with the force of her climax. 
I could feel her trembling beneath me, surrendering to the sinful pleasure coursing through her body, giving herself over to the sensation fully. 
The way her body responded to me— so eager, so vulnerable— ignited something primal in my core.
I didn't rush. No, I savored every second. 
With deliberate slowness, I brought her to climax, not once but twice, and each time her moans intensified. 
The room filled with the sweet melody of her pleasure— a sound I wanted to memorize, to keep with me always. 
How sweet it was, that sound of satisfaction.
Gently, I trailed my finger over the slick warmth of her cunt, now glistening with her arousal. 
Her juices clung to my fingers, a sacred treasure, and I couldn't resist the urge to draw that wetness up to her body, tracing it over her nipples and lips. 
Her breath hitched as the cool air met her sensitive skin. I leaned down, my lips licking over her hard nipples and flushed lips.
I refused to let any part of her go to waste— every moan, every gasp, every drop of her sweetness was mine.
As I hovered above her, my gaze met her half-lidded brown eyes, glistening with the aftermath of pleasure. 
Her body was pliant beneath me, her chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths, as I leaned down to tease her hardened nipples with my tongue. 
Each flick of my tongue over her sensitive buds sent shudders through her, making her whimper in response, her delicate fingers tracing slow, soft patterns on my shoulder.
"Il mio dolce bambino," I whispered against her lips, my voice a low, reverent murmur. 
She responded with a smile, tired yet affectionate, her eyes filled with warmth and a lingering haze of lust. 
I kissed her again, this time softly, tenderly, letting her know with every touch just how much she meant to me. 
Beneath the sheets, we lay together, our bodies still entwined, covered in beads of sweat. 
There was peace in the aftermath, a quiet satisfaction that settled between us like a warm blanket. 
I could still feel the soft thrum of her heartbeat against my chest, slow and steady, as we held each other close.
"Ace," she murmured, her voice soft, delicate fingers caressing my cheeks. 
I hummed in response, gazing down at her, completely captivated by her presence. 
I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the flicker of fear that danced behind them, even as her body relaxed in my arms.
"Are you sure? I-I'm scared," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper, her breath warm against my neck.