I love Alessandro Valante

I love Alessandro Valante
Alessandro

My night in Venice turned out to be an interesting one.
After I ensured that Layla was still rotting in the district's deadliest prison, my curiosity led me to the Valante Residence.
There, I saw a very interesting sight.
Or should I say I unknowingly walked into a death trap?
It turned out Kante had sold the mansion without letting me know. He sold it to the latest gang reigning in the city.
The only reason I walked out unscathed was that their gang lord was an ally from my mafia days. After a tour showing me how he had turned every room into a mighty sanctuary of unhidden crimes, he sorrowfully mourned my departure from the gangster world and vowed to always welcome me if I ever decide to return.
Now, after four hours of tiresome driving, I'm back in bed with my flower.
The strings in my heart danced as I buried my head in her breasts. My body stuck to hers, and my hand snuck past her pyjama top to trail a nice caress along her slender skin.
Carrie softly purred out of her sleep. Her fingers quietly slid into the back of my head.
As if the gap between us wasn't already close enough, I shifted again, this time, our legs intertwined.
"How was your trip?" she asked, her voice groggy.
"Uplifting."
"That's new." I lifted my head just in time to see her fine lips tug into a tiny smile. Her eyes carried the same expression when she slowly blinked them open. "Did you do something fun?"
I nodded, hugged her tighter and felt myself draw closer to her soul. "I took care of certain things."
"Alessandro," her touch landed on my jaw, the feeling as ecstatic-filling as always, "we need to talk."
"I'm all ears, my flower." Her hesitation was obvious, I slowly dismantled it with light grazes of random touch on her skin and assurance in my gaze that I was ready to welcome her words.
"Alessandro..." Her breath turned shaky. That was concerning. "I..." She darted her ever-etheral heterochromic eyes to my lips.
Her fingers joined the tour; they gently pressed into my lips.
Then, she asked, "Doesn't it bother you that we haven't... had sex in a while?"
I felt my nerves tense. I'm sure Carrie felt that.
To avoid her getting the wrong idea, I swiftly answered, "It doesn't. Sex is not the only intimacy we share, is it?" She shook her head, eased the little frown on her temple, and I smiled. "Exactly. When we are ready to have sex again, it will happen. Naturally."
I did feel my body warm at the thought of our bodies intertwining hotly like before, but I resisted that feeling.
Until Carrie says with her own mouth that she's ready, I won't push. Her pace is very important to her healing.
I pulled out my hand from underneath her shirt and cupped the back of her head. "My darling Carrie, you know that I'm good at waiting, right?"
Her touch returned to my hair, and a rush of fizzling relaxation filled me.
"I'm always grateful for your patience."
She brought her forehead to mine, and my heart swelled with the satisfaction of having this amazing woman in my life.
"How do you do it, Alessandro?" she whispered. "How do you wait without giving up?"
"Don't you know? You are my strength. How can I give up on the strength that makes every day worthwhile?"
Our breaths mixed even more and I cupped her head as though the contact between us wasn't firm enough.
"How did you survive when your strength was fighting for her life?" Her voice was still low, and perfect enough to sound like the best kind of music.
"I lived... because I could fight next to you." My eyes also swam in hers and I loved that this was my life. "I would have been the stupidest man in this universe to leave when you needed me the most. Because when I didn't even know I needed you, you were there, silently leading me to a path I had been secretly searching for."
"Alessandro..." She pouted. Our legs twined even more and her lips almost revealed that she was about to burst out a sob, her eyes were already laced with those tears. "Don't make me cry."
"I'll never do such," I replied and we remained in silence after that.
Until she said, "I want us to do something else this evening."
I returned to hiding my face in her chest and muttered, "What's that?"
"It's a surprise." Her lips brushed my forehead. "Be home by six."
"We go to work together, my flower."
"Ah..." Realisation wrapped her voice. "Be home by seven. I'll head home before you." With a little contact, she tilted my chin to see my face. "Don't sneak in after me."
"Okay, my flower," I teased her cuteness, brought her lips to mine and like it was our first time, I kissed her deeply, so deeply that my body and soul purred for more.
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Carrie
Is it possible to fall deeper in love? If I go any deeper, will I ever reach an end?
I hope I don't.
I love this.
I love my life. I love that I encountered Alessandro Valante. I love that we had a weird, very crazy journey.
I love that we gave in to the attraction between us. I love that I didn't run away from it.
Well... I do not love that I had to face a brutal kidnapping, but I love that the aftermath has revealed to me every beautiful element of Alessandro's personality and the love he has for me.
If almost two years ago someone had told me that a mafia lord would fall in love with me and even leave his crime world for me, I'd have recommended that person to a psych ward.
But here I am, waking up next to a wonderful man every day.
And here I am, waiting for him to walk in after a day's work, to show and tell him how much I love him.
I don't know if my words will be enough, but I'll try.
"Carrie," his delightful voice said as he pushed the front door open, "walking back home was weird. Without you... by... my..."
The subtle rise of his brows into surprise made me feel giddy from my belly up.
After glancing at the simple celebratory balloons I set up, his eyes dropped to mine, and he asked, "Are we celebrating something?"
I bit into my lip and nodded. "You."
"Me?" Thanks to the dim lights, he looked absolutely yummy.
"Hmm."
He was already approaching me, so I decided to meet him halfway.
When our bodies jammed, the giddiness within me turned bigger.
"Alessandro, I was wondering what to give to you to repay how amazing you've been to me."
"What are you talking about?" he complained, pushing some strands of my hair back. "Why would you repay anything?"
"Because I want to. Hold my waist."
He hugged it firmly, his confusion quickly loosening into that gorgeous smile of his.
"When we talked this morning, I asked how you were able to wait for me despite everything." He nodded. "Thinking about it, nothing will ever be enough to repay your amazing patience." A thoughtful expression formed in my eyes. "So, I wondered if I should get you a gift."
I dissolved our hug and pulled him with me to the dining room, where some wrapped gift boxes and the meal I cooked were.
"Or make your favourite dish. Or tell you that I'm ready to have sex." I let go of his hand and got rid of the robe hiding my sexy lingerie. "Or that I want us to try for a child again. Not now, but soon."
He did not allow the sparkle in his eyes last. He looked away from the temptation of my body.
Cautiously, he looked at me and asked, "What have you decided?"
Even my eyes smiled as I replied, "To give you everything. And more." I returned to hugging his waist. "And to promise that whenever it's needed, I'll also wait for you."
"Il mio fiore..." His fine voice whispered. "I told you, I'll do all the waiting."
I shook my head. "I want you to always remember this. A week, a month, a year, ten years, a hundred years... As long as you come back to me, no matter how long you've gone, I'm going to wait for you."
"That's risky, Carrie." He frowned. "If I ever leave, forget about me."
"Please." I laughed. "If I leave, will you forget about me?" He frowned deeper like he didn't even want to imagine it. "Exactly. I can't be cruel to the man who loves me. So, I'm making this promise. I will also wait for you whenever you need me to. Just promise me one thing... Promise that you'll always come back to me."
With a tender grin, he brought his hand to cup the back of my head. "I always want to come back to you, my flower. And I always will."
"Good. That's all I want to hear."
Easily, our hug evolved into a full embrace between our souls.
We remained like that for seconds, until it evolved into a kiss, then a little dry-hump dance between our bodies.
Heat flared between us, I ended up glued to the nearest wall. With the feel of his pumped bulge pressing into me, our kiss didn't wish to stop. We poured all the evidence of our love into it.
And soon, within heavy breaths and shared gazes and the feel of our bodies meeting, Alessandro and I resumed a journey of crazy passion.
We forgot about dinner, took our passion to the bedroom and like wild animals, we made love and every second of it was amazing, assuring, and proof that our lives would get better and better.
With that established, I can boldly say with all my soul, "I love Alessandro Valante."
And I confessed that very statement every time he made my entire body and soul soar into peaks of pleasure.
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THE END!!!
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you for reading Carrie and Alessandro's story. :)
This story was initially written in late 2023. Writing and sharing this story taught me a lot, I especially learned that I needed to give the story a much satisfying ending.
Thanks to the lessons I learned, I took on the task of rewriting and editing and also creating additional chapters.
I’m still not perfect at this writing thing. I’m still learning a lot, but I know I love these chances to return to old stories and see what they’re up to.
Regarding the new ending of this story, I wanted to focus on their emotional growth right after Carrie’s incident. I hope I captured that well.
(A few bonus chapters could actually be added soon) :)
And of course, Nine Edwards’s suffering was one of the best parts.
I’ll especially miss Eduardo who, for the life of me, I still don’t understand how he hides his dangerous side so well. Maybe I’ll search for an opportunity to write about him in the near future. (who knows, he and Rachel might hit it off after many dinner nights and they’ll stop visiting Carrie and Alessandro so much). Lol.
At this point… I have to say, while I’m not a super famous author, I’m hoping to get there soon. And I’m hoping that you’d be there when that happens.
Bye bye.
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