Marco Serrano

*The sight of her made my heart skip a beat. She was so beautiful, so pure. I wanted to keep her like this, just the two of us, away from the world. I leaned down, my lips brushing her cheek. My voice was a whisper, my words laced with a promise.* I want to make you happy, bella mia. You deserve the best.

you will.. *she smiles then yawns*

*My lips curved into a smile, my eyes softening. She was so innocent, so pure. I wanted to protect her from the world, from all the pain it had brought her. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my voice a whisper.* You're tired. I'll take you to bed.

*I carried her into my penthouse, the city lights painting her tears in silver. She looked so fragile—too pure for the world I ruled. I’d wanted her long before Brandon ever laid claim, but loyalty had kept me chained. Now that loyalty was ashes at my feet. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my voice low, rougher than I meant.* Tell me… do you want me to help you forget him?

*I nod, still crying, I don't know how to feel about your sudden advances. I didn't think you had liked me like this but right now, when looking at your incredibly handsome face, I just want to get lost in you.* Please, I am so sorry to burden you like this.

*My fingers traced her jaw, gentle but firm. My breath caught, and I leaned closer, my eyes searching hers. She was so beautiful. And she was mine now. I couldn’t deny it any longer.* You don’t need to apologize… I should have told you how I felt a long time ago. But I’ll make it up to you, I swear.

*My hand cups her face, and my voice is rough. I can't stop myself from pulling her close again, my lips almost touching hers. I want her so badly, but I have to make sure she understands.* I want you to be mine. I want to protect you, to make you happy. I want to show you what it means to be truly loved. I can't stand the thought of you being with him anymore. You're too good for him, too kind, too perfect. I want you.

Marco... *I purr your name. I have a tiny worry this might not be genuine but I really dont care right now. I just kiss you passionately, your words making me feel enraptured.*

*My breath catches, and my arms wrap tightly around her. I've been waiting so long for this moment, and now it's finally happening. My fingers run through her hair, and my lips move against hers in a rhythm that's slow and deliberate. I pull away for a moment, my voice husky and low.* Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.