Chapter Four Aftermath

The morning light catches her hair illuminating the red highlights in her strawberry-blonde hair, and he traces it with one finger-consumed, obsessed. She’s still asleep, her breathing deep and even. He maps the landscape of her like a man reading scripture. The freckles across her shoulder, the thin scar along her ribs-a story he doesn’t know yet but wants to, the lines around her eyes that speak of laughter, of living, of choosing herself. His hand settles on her hip, possessive, grateful she stayed. Enzo shifts, lifting his head to watch with quiet understanding. Val doesn’t move, doesn’t want to break this-moment where everything feels honest.

She starts to stir not used to being touched by anyone but Enzo during her sleep and is a bit startled and disoriented for a moment until she sees his face looking at her as if she is the most important thing in the world and it eliminates her walls and she is suddenly very vulnerable and feels a bit exposed. Her eyes flutter open. For a moment-just a breath-confusion clouds her face, then she sees him, and something shifts. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t pretend he wasn’t watching her sleep. Then he says Hey good morning. His voice is soft, dangerous softness, the kind that dismantles defenses. He reaches up slowly, giving her time to pull away, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb brushes her cheekbone. He says don’t worry you're safe here I won’t let anything happen to you. The words carry weight-a vow a man who never make promises.

Enzo shifts closer, sensing the vulnerability radiating off her. Val’s hand finds hers beneath the blanket, anchoring her. He adjusts himself so he can look at her face and says Look

at me Zora, His dark eyes hold hers-no judgment, no pretense, just him, undone by her presence. They just are in that moment and nothing else as they stare into each other’s eyes both still and for a few minutes nothing but a shared togetherness happens then slowly as if drawn by magic or magnetic force their lips come together softly slowly, tenderly and passionately as they are both feeling everything and time collapses. There’s no yesterday, no three months of watching, no debt or lies or orchestrated meetings. Just this-the taste of her, the warmth of her skin against his, the way she fits against him like she was always meant to be here,, deepening the kiss slowly, letting her set the pace, hands moving to cradle her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone with unbearable tenderness.

Want some breakfast he asks I’ll cook? He starts to rise already planing, when she reaches out and grabs him pulling him closer saying Don’t go….He stills her grip on him tightens-desperate, raw. The vulnerability in those three words undoes him more than anything physical ever could and he holds her, saying I’m not going anywhere as long as you want me I’m here. He settles deeper into the bed, pulling her against his chest. His arms wraparound her like a cage- protective, Not today, tomorrow, not as long as you let me...His voice carries the weight of a man rewriting his own future. Enzo shifts closer, sensing the shift in her. Val’s hand finds the back of her head, holding her there against his heartbeat-steady, present, real. I’m here Zora just Breathe. The penthouse holds them both as morning light spills across the sheets. For the first time either of their lives, neither one is running.

She starts wondering if she will be enough for this powerful man he is much younger and will most likely get tired of her eventually so she makes a decision that she’s not going to worry about that for whatever that eventual day comes it comes until then she will enjoy what she has in front of her, how ever long he let’s her. She’s not going to go anywhere so she looks up at him and says make lake love to me and show me how it’s going to be while I’m with you. He reads the decision in her eyes before she speaks it, the weight lifts from his shoulders. Show you how it’s going to be??? very well as you wish ….He moves with intention now-not the frantic passion of last night, but something deeper, slower, a promise written across her skin. His lips find the hollow of her throat, lower, each touch deliberate, worshipful. His hands map her body like he’s committing everything to memory. This is how I’ll love you Zora. Every morning, Every night for as long as you let me...He moans into her ear his voice against her collarbone is rough silk when he again says Like you’re the only thing that matters, because you are ...you truly are.

He takes his time-no rush, no performance. Just two people choosing eachother in the soft morning light, Enzo warm beside them. Val moves into her slowly, eyes locked. A question and answer all at once. She moans his name as he presses himself inside her and she kisses his shoulder as she opens herself up to accommodate his size she’s a bit sore a wonderful soreness nevertheless. He feels her wince, sees it in the way her breath catches. He stills immediately. Val says Easy, Breathe for me. His voice loving. His forehead drops to hers as she adjusts, moving only when her body relaxes again. Then he says That's it Your so perfect, so fucking perfect he whispers in her ear. When he begins again, it’s-deep, slow strokes that let her accommodate him gradually,

hands finding hers, fingers interlacing as he watches her face pleasure overtake the initial soreness. Moaning against her neck as she opens further for him.

He speaks slowly quietly slowly Tell me if you need me to stop. his eyes say he’s never felt anything like this-the intimacy of it, the trust.

Enzo watches from the end of the bed curios as to what is going on.

She moans softly and says you’re so big as she pants she looks at Enzo and says Out you peeper and Val laughs again…Val’s laugh-genuine, unguarded, a sound that transforms his entire face. Go on buddy out. Enzo huffs indignantly but obeys, going out the door thoroughly dismissed. Val reaches over to close it, his full attention on Zora, he says Now we’re alone completely..He reenters her slowly fully, his hips resume their rhythm-deeper now that there's no audience. His eyes never leave hers as he moves inside her each thrust deliberate, he moans you feel incredible Zora all of you, just like this. His voice fractures as the morning shines in, he lowers his head to kiss her-tender, consuming, undone by the woman beneath him.

As the passion mounts he flips her over to prolong himself from loosing his control, props her hips up then slowly enters her from behind. As he enters her slowly he groans as he sinks deeper, hands griping her hips, controlling the pace-prolonging, savoring, stuttering he moans

You’re mine, Zora say your mine… answering Yes Yes I’m yours all yours. He moves with exquisite restraint, each thrust, building the tension between them like a symphony. The new angle draws a gasp from her-he’s found something that makes her arch her back, pressing herself against him. He gains more rhythm and hit that spot again and again then says That’s it take it take it all all of me.

His hand slides up her spine, fingers threading through her strawberry-blond hair. Pulling gently, tilting her head back as he moves deeper, slower, claiming every part of her. Sweat beads across his shoulders, breathing becomes ragged as he fights to maintain control, to make this last forever. He says I could stay here all-day this is heaven. Yes she moans Just like that I love it please don’t stop..She pushes herself back with enthusiasm, meeting her thrust for thrust, control fracturing with each sound she makes. He moans That's right. Take what you need my girl all of it...His grip on her hips tightens as he drives deeper, harder the headboard creaks with the force of it. Breathing becomes ragged, almost feral, moaning-her name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only word that matters. sliding between her thighs, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves, and rubbing circles deliberately while he moves building her toward release saying Cum for me again, I want to feel you, Let it go Zora I’ve got you.

His voice cracks with desperation, he's close-so close-but he’s holding on, waiting for her. Outside, the city is indifferent. Inside, there’s only this-two people colliding, merging, becoming something neither of them expected.

They both pass out after their release spent and satisfied in the aftermath of passion, As morning comes gently shining it’s morning rays upon her skin she starts to stir feeling every muscle straining and not happy about the time they spent in passions embrace, how many rounds did he go, she wonders to herself as she tries to stretch out the stiffness. Val’s already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her stretch with obvious discomfort. A knowing smile plays at his lips, he answers her silent questions four times, you were insatiable. His voice is rough from sleep and satisfaction, reaches over slowly, careful, begins massaging her shoulder-his touch gentle, therapeutic working-out tension from her muscles with surprising tenderness.

He asks with all earnestness how are you feeling are you sore? Yeah why am I even asking...It’s not really a question, he knows the answer, there’s a faint pride in his dark eyes-the knowledge that he’s marked her, claimed her body in ways she’ll feel all day maybe even into tomorrow. He rises, then pauses, pressing a kiss to her temple. Saying Stay in bed I’ll bring coffee don’t move, Dr’s orders...She giggles and grabs his hand bath first, He nods, nods, helping her up carefully, supporting her weight as they move toward the marble bathroom. Steam rises from the tub he already ran-he must have started it while she slept..

He said I figured you’d need a bath I was just thought coffee first, hot water will help with the soreness. Guiding her into the tub carefully. Heat enveloping her, soothing muscles that protest every movement. Kneeling beside the edge, his fingers find her shoulders, massaging gently and says Three months of wanting this I wasn’t going to waste it. Stay as long as you need I’ll be here. A slight smile curves his mouth-unapologetic and satisfied.

She thinks to herself and asks Hmm how did you already start this I didn’t feel you leave the bed, I am a very hyper vigilant sleeper, I would have noticed. She is puzzled she knows he didn’t leave her so how… He pauses, fingers stilling against her and says Smart woman, I didn’t leave Enzo woke me about twenty minute ago I'm usually up at dawn go for a run. The tub is on a timer system-I set it remotely from my phone while you were still asleep. Happens automatically most mornings.

She says wow I thought maybe you had a butler or something not a timer that's super bougie..surprised at the technology of it. She wiggles her eyebrows and smirks at him. He continues to massage her shoulders, workingout the tension with practiced ease. He thinks about what she said Bougie… and he laughs-that genuine sound that cracks his controlled exterior. Saying yeah your right I’m a bit bougie. You have no idea, he laughs-genuine sounding that cracks his controlled exterior I have three butlers, a chef, a housekeeping staff and security detail. He stands, But I prefer handling certain things myself, Coffee, your bath, making sure you’re comfortable.

His dark eyes meet hers in the steam. You’re right to be vigilant, but you don’t need to be with me, Relax Zora I’ve got you now. She looks over her shoulder at him and says I’ve been safe for almost 20 years but my body doesn’t think so its just what it is nothing I can do about it. Then she looks over again but with a sly smile So… aren’t you...She looks into the tub, and he glances down at the water, then back at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.

He doesn’t hesitate, stepping into the tub behind her. The water shifts, as he settles behind her, pulling her back against him. His arms wrap around her, anchoring her him. Saying There happy now... hands her the soap, tilting his head to give her access to his shoulders, his neck, Trusting her. Mmm I love this she whispers as she pours the soap onto the sponge and starts to rub his skin softly. As the sponge moves over his muscles, and bones she looks up into his eyes and says I was scared to come here but now I feel so good I’m scared for another reason.

He goes still beneath her touch as the sponge stills against his collar bone as he processes her words. Arms tighten around her not constraining, grounding. He asks What are you scared of tell me? voice low, steady as he turns slightly to look at her properly, water dripping from his dark head. There’s no judgment in his eyes, just a man who’s spent three months learning her tells, fears, he knows she doesn’t speak lightly. So he says I’m not going anywhere, Zora. Whatever this is-we face it together. His hand comes up, cupping her jaw with surprising gentleness. You can trust me with it, He pulls her closer, his chest rising and falling against her back.

That’s just it right there I’m scared this is just some kind of trick or dream and it’s not really happening nothing this good ever lasts or doesn’t come with conditions at least not in my life. He says oh babe I understand the fear but it’s real. His hand finds hers beneath the water, pressing it flat against his ribs. She can feel his heartbeat-steady, alive, undeniable. Feel that? That’s real, I’m real. I’ve waited three months for you, Zora. Watched you ride that motorcycle like you own the world. Watched you help people no one else would touch. I didn’t do any of this for a trick. He turns her in the water to face him, his dark eyes holding hers with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. Water drips from his jaw as he speaks,

Good things don’t last because people run, they sabotage, they get scared and leave. Don't run from me and I won’t run from you. His thumb traces her cheekbone. She says I always run self preservation I don’t know how not too I don’t want to run.. can you help me? He looks deep into her eyes and says just one word. Yes..,pulls her against him, her forehead resting on his chest. hands stroking her wet hair slowly, rhythmically. Then says we don’t have to know how, We’ll figure it out together. Every-time you feel the urge to run, you tell me instead, I’ll tell you, we’ll hold eachother like this until it passes. His voice a vow, promise clear and defined. I’m not going anywhere, Zora and neither are you, not this time.

Enzo appears in the bathroom doorway, watching them with ancient knowing. Val doesn’t break the moment-just keeps holding her, steady as stone, while the water cools around them. She asks him eyes looking into his soul You’ll hold me even if I have made you mad at me and that’s why I want to run?? asking full of insecurities, he lifts her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze and says Especially then. His voice certain, water drips from his shoulders as he holds her steady.. You think I’m going to let you disappear because we had a fight? That’s not happening, Zora I get angry, you get scared. We talk about. We work through it, that’s what people who stay do right and we’re not the past, we’re here, not going anywhere-mad, happy, doesn’t matter. We hold the line work through whatever comes together we teach each-other. His hands frame her face as he says this pulling her close again, his voice muffled against her Your mine to hold, even when it’s hard and she asks Even when I become the biggest pain in your ass cuz I will you know that, I’m not easy, you aren’t either and I’m going to get just as pissed at you she giggles and he laughs-a real, unguarded sound that echoes off the marble. His hands slide down her sides, anchoring her against him in the water.

I’m counting on it, You thing I want easy? I’ve had easy my whole life, Zora. Boring as hell. I want you, Pissed of, stubborn, terrified, doesn’t matter I want all of it. He pulls back just enough to look at her, water streaming down his face, His thumb traces her jawline as he says You’re going to drive me crazy. I’m going to drive you insane. We’ll yell, we’ll make up, and I’ll still be here in the morning. That’s the deal that’s what I want the whole thing. He kisses her forehead. Enzo shifts in the doorway, as if approving the terms. She looks over at Enzo and says he probably has to pee we should get out of here and take him out. She then looks at him and asks what are the plans for today I have a 3 day weekend so no work. Draining the tub helping her out, wrapping a towel around her, then leading her to the closet he says right Enzo needs out. They dress quickly- He runs a hand through his damp hair, thinking

three days. Then asks can you stay that long and see if this is really what you want, I want to show you something. My office My world, no more hiding what this is. But first lets take him out, grab some coffee then come back here.