Alessia stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against Marco's in a soft, gentle kiss. Marco's eyes widened in surprise, his mind momentarily stunned into silence.
For a moment, he forgot to breathe, forgot to think. All he could do was feel the warmth of Alessia's lips, the tentative pressure of her kiss. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended.
Alessia's voice whispered against his ear, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Please help me," she begged, her tone desperate and vulnerable. Marco's instincts kicked in, his arms wrapping around her in a protective gesture.
Marco's lips devoured Alessia's, his kisses fierce and urgent. It was as if he'd been starving for days, and she was the only one who could satiate his hunger.
He swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed with a sense of reckless abandon. Their clothes were on the floor in a frantic rush, discarded and forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Marco's passion was all-consuming, his need for Alessia overwhelming. He couldn't be gentle, even if it was her first time. He'd been without a woman for too long, he didn't have an urge or desire when he was never around a woman, and there was no woman who could make him feel pleasure.
He was a fear mafia lord, he can't have his reputation trash just because he can't have a erection, he did everything possible to make sure nobody find out and no body know just him and his doctor.
He did everything possible but there was no solution, and after a while he gave up and focus on his businesses and his mafia world, that was how he became that most fear mafia lord in all of Chicago.
But then Alessia's lips touched his, and something he hasn't felt in a long time, all the blood started rushing to his groin. Marco felt a spark ignite within him, a flame that had been dormant for so long. His desires, once frozen in time, began to stir.
As Alessia's kiss deepened, Marco's groin twitched to life, sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. It was as if he'd been awakened from a long, dark slumber, and every nerve ending was now humming with anticipation.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Marco felt alive. His heart pounded, his senses came alive, and his entire being resonated with a hunger he thought he'd never experience again.
Alessia woke up to an empty bed, the other side of the sheets cold to the touch, with no sign of Marco's presence except for the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.
Alessia's eyes fluttered open to find Marco's side of the bed vacant, the morning light streaming through the window highlighting the emptiness.
Alessia tried to move from the bed, but winced as her leg brushed against her sensitive area, sending a sharp pang of pain through her.
Alessia struggled to make her way to the bathroom, wincing in pain with each step. Finally, she got to the bathroom and began to take her bath, the warm water offering some relief. Minutes later, she felt a presence behind her. As she started to panic, a low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "It's me." marco said.