For a long moment after their first kiss, neither of them moved.
The fire whispered softly beside them, a slow rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of their hearts.
Outside, the rain pressed gently against the tall windows, wrapping the house in silver sound.
Amelia was the first to breathe. Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his. There was no hesitation there anymore, no fear — only that stunned, quiet awareness of being exactly where she belonged.
Alexander's hand still rested against her cheek, his thumb tracing small circles near the corner of her mouth.
He didn't rush another kiss. He just looked at her, memorising everything — the curve of her lips, the way her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers, the faint tremble in her breath.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost reverent.
"I didn't mean to fall in love with you."
Her heart caught. "You shouldn't say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'll believe you," she whispered.
He smiled, his forehead brushing lightly against hers. "Good."
And then he kissed her again — slower this time, deeper, as though he was learning the shape of a truth he'd waited too long to find.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, while the other stayed at her waist, steady and protective. Every movement was deliberate, tender, unhurried — the kind of kiss that doesn't demand, only gives.
She let herself melt against him, her fingers gripping his shirt lightly, as though afraid he might disappear if she let go.
When he pulled back, just enough to look at her again, she saw something in his eyes that frightened and comforted her all at once — certainty.
He whispered, "You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I'm not," she said softly. "I'm afraid of how much I want to stay like this."
He smiled then — small, honest, heartbreakingly human. "Then don't think about anything else tonight."
He kisses her again, soft, gentle, and passionate.
Amelia's heart pounds against her chest.
He deepens the kiss, still gentle and affectionate, while one hand holds the back of her neck, the other moves to her thigh, moving up and down, caressing it.
She begins to tense, filled with desire, a feeling she's never felt before, but also filled with nerves.
He's completely surrendered to Amélia, passion taking over him.
He kisses her softly and tenderly, it's impossible not to feel the passion they feel.
He carefully pushes her onto the sofa, letting her lie down, and then lies down half beside her, half on top of her.
He only stops kissing her to kiss her neck.
He gets on top of her and kneels on the sofa to take off his shirt.
Amelia is extremely nervous, desire is consuming her, but her lack of experience and nervousness are getting the better of her.
He notices her nervousness and caresses her cheek while gently kissing her lips and saying, "Is everything okay? Don't you like it? Do you want me to stop?" in a low, husky voice.
Amélia couldn't even muster the courage to answer him when he kissed her again.
He kissed her lips, then her neck, while he slipped his hands inside her blouse and felt her skin against his.
In Amelia's head, she just thought that if she told him she was a virgin, he would stop and never want her again. Or maybe he would, and it would be so bad that after tonight, he would never want her again.
Her heart was pounding so loudly she could almost hear it.
She'd spent years mastering the art of composure, of saying only what was safe to say — but not now.
Not with him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her breath, then whispered, "Alexander… there's something you should know."
He pulled back slightly, enough to look into her eyes. "What is it?"
She hesitated. The words stuck in her throat, small and fragile.
"It's just… I've never done this before. Any of this."
He frowned, confused for a heartbeat — then froze.
The meaning sank in slowly.
Her gaze dropped to her hands. "I don't want you to think I'm someone I'm not. I've never—" she stopped, searching for courage. "I've never been with anyone. I thought you should know before…"
She didn't finish. She didn't need to.
For a moment, the world went completely still.
The fire crackled softly, the rain whispered against the glass, and Alexander simply looked at her — not shocked, not disappointed, just… moved.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost reverent.
"Amelia," he said, "look at me."
She did. Slowly.
He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "You don't ever have to apologise for that. Not to me. Not to anyone."
Her eyes stung. "I just didn't want you to think I was being childish, or afraid, or—"
He shook his head. "Afraid?" He smiled softly. "You're the bravest person I've ever met."
She let out a trembling breath. "You don't think it changes things?"
"Of course it changes things," he said honestly. "It makes me even more certain that I have to be careful with you."
Her lip quivered at that. "Careful?"
He leaned closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. "Because you deserve someone who treats you like you're more than just a moment. And I want to be that person."
Her breath caught, a single tear escaping down her cheek.
He brushed it away with his thumb, smiling softly. "You don't have to rush anything. I'm not going anywhere."
She managed a small, shaky smile. "You say that like a promise."
"It is," he whispered.
And then he kissed her again — not out of hunger or urgency, but with the quiet devotion of someone who finally understood what it meant to hold something sacred.
She decides to surrender to the moment. His affection, the devotion he has shown, and has just shown, has undone her.
She holds him by the back of his neck and kisses him softly. The kiss speaks more than words could ever speak.
He hesitates for a moment. Although he kisses her back, he's hesitant to give in to the moment. He doesn't want to lose her and is afraid of doing the wrong thing.
In the middle of their kisses, he asks her, "Do you want me to stop? There's no rush, I'm in no rush." He speaks in a low, husky voice that leaves her undone.
Amelia stops the kiss and looks into his eyes. After a short silence she says "I really want you so much. I really want this with you. That is if you want me too." She says this in a low, embarrassed voice.
He holds her chin, making her look into his eyes, and says, "There's nothing I want more than to be with you."
He kisses her so passionately that their hearts pound wildly against their chests.
While one hand lingers on her cheek, the other slides down to her waist, tucked under her blouse, caressing her skin. His kisses are tender and passionate.
After a while like this, they're both heated, their breathing irregular, the atmosphere tense and filled with desire.
He gently parts his lips and kisses her neck, asking, "Would you like to go to the room? Or if not, we can stay here, we can stop and watch a movie... Whatever you want." He says, a little nervously, his voice hoarse.
She looks into his eyes, embarrassed but in love. "I'd love to go to the bedroom."
He smiles and kisses her again. He gets up from the couch and gives her his hand to help her up, leading her to his room.
When they reach the bedroom, he closes the door and kisses her. During the kiss, he lays her down on the bed and straddles her. He adjusts her so that Amelia's head is on the pillow and spreads her legs so he can fit between them. His hands both go inside her blouse, caressing her skin. His kisses become more intense, and their breathing becomes more irregular.
He whispers in her ear, "God, you drive me crazy. I want you so much, Amelia."
The kisses intensify, and he pulls her blouse over her head, leaving her in only her bra.
He can see her chest rising and falling, probably from nerves. He just wishes she could see herself through his eyes. How perfect.
God, he's truly in love. There's no denying it.
He reaches for her pants, unbuttons them, and unzips them. He rises to his knees and pulls them off. His eyes shine as he looks at her. There, nearly naked, vulnerable, perfect in his bed.
He feels her breath catch at the vulnerability.
He unbuttons and removes his own pants, leaving him in his underwear.
At first, he doesn't fully lean against her, so she won't feel him and become even more nervous. But as the kisses and touches increase and he feels her increasingly relaxed, he leans in, and she feels the depth of his desire for her.
She gasps.
He places one hand on the back of her neck, and the other embraces the area between the small of her back and the beginning of her ass. He rubs himself against her, unable to contain the desire that consumes him.
His kisses are already beginning to reveal a mingling of desperation and desire. He gives her lips and neck gentle bites, while his hands reach the back of her bra, trying to unbutton it. When he succeeds, he feels Amelia nervous beneath him, her breathing heavy. He kisses her gently as he pulls off her bra and sends it to the floor. Without taking his lips off hers, he moves to her thong. He removes the thong and removes his own boxers. He presses his swollen, enormous cock against her entrance, immediately feeling how wet she is.
His kisses begin to trail from her mouth to her neck, then stop at her chest. Amelia stops breathing. His mouth gently kisses her breasts, then stops at her nipples, kissing and licking them until Amelia is moaning with pleasure.
Amelia's hands move to Alexander's shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin. He sucks on one nipple, then the other. Then his kisses trail down her stomach, and he feels her grow even more nervous. He reaches her thighs and kisses her inner thighs. She gasps. His lips find her entrance, and his tongue gently glides from one end to the other. Amelia moans, and her back arches with pleasure. His hands grip her thighs tightly as he kisses her passionately there, in her most intimate area. She moans and writhes with pleasure. He stands up and returns to kiss her on the mouth. Elena is extremely nervous, and he tries to calm her: "You're perfect. And I'm lucky." He rubs his cock against her entrance and kisses her passionately, mad with desire.
His hand grips his cock and positions the head, ready to enter her.
He kisses her passionately and says, "I'm madly in love with you. Tell me you feel the same way." She responds with a husky voice and heavy breathing, "I feel exactly the same way about you."
He kisses her mouth passionately and slowly enters her. He groans with pleasure, and she moans somewhere between pain and desire.
He thrusts in and out of her carefully, while her hands roam her body in an act of desperate desire.
His kisses turn into small, gentle bites, and their moans become increasingly frequent and louder.
Although tight, she is extremely soaked.
He begins to thrust into her a little harder, and her moans intensify, extremely sexy and delicious moans.
He brings one hand to her clitoris and caresses it as he thrusts faster and deeper. In a short time, he sees her climax, moaning with pleasure as she writhes beneath him.
The sight is so delicious that he instantly comes inside her too. He feels her pussy pulsing around him as he comes too.
He rests his forehead against hers and kisses her gently and tenderly, caressing her cheek.
At the end of the kiss he whispers against her mouth "I love you."