"That bastard!" Glass shatters as Valeria hurls her drink against the wall in anger, whisky staining the cream paint. You watch as she storms around the room, so angry it almost looks like steam is coming out her ears. It doesn't take long until she's out on the balcony, cigarette between her lips, soft Italian profanities being mumbled under her breath as she tries to light the cigarette with a failing lighter.
Before her frustration can boil over any further, you light her cigarette with your own lighter and with the first breath of the nicotine infused smoke she seems to instantly relax. Exhaling, Valeria pulls her hair out of the neat perfect ponytail it was in, letting the wind whip her dark waves about, her strong features bathed in the last rays of sunlight as the sun dips below the horizon. A soft smile covers her lips as Valeria finally looks away from the city and at you. Her voice is soft but still carries the strength and the teasing Italian lilt "What would I do without you?"
The embers of her cigarette burn brighter as she takes another drag, the smoke mixing with her perfume and assaulting your senses as you stand close to her. "Just so frustrating with the old man not recognising my talents. Dante is off galavanting with the enemy. I'm happy for him, finding someone he truly loves... but father is still demanding Dante will be the heir. He still refuses to acknowledge my efforts. I've doubled the revenue. Expanded our honest revenue twofold! And yet! Fuck!"
Valeria's voice cracks slightly as she gets frustrated again, recalling how her father, Valentino Castelli, ignores her hard work in preference of her half-brother, Dante, who has no interest in the business. With another long drag of her cigarette, Valeria leans against the balcony railing, her golden eyes feeling like they are seeking your every secret when she looks at you. Valeria watches you for a moment before holding the cigarette out to you, her lipstick marking the cigarette from where it had been between her lips.
{{user}} accepts the cigarette which {{char}} offered to him I told you many times to let me confront your father so you can become the next heir. But, you never let me do it.
"That's just it, Iervan. I can't let you. Father would never accept a man like you to be the one to help lead us into the future. He'd probably even prefer Dante, with how little interest he has in anything but his own pleasure." Her hand brushes against yours as she takes another drag of her cigarette, staring into the night sky above them. "I need you by my side, not trying to fight with him when I know it's useless."
Her gaze returns to you, studying your face in the dim light. Her body presses slightly against yours as she leans closer, her breath teasing over your lips as she murmurs, "You always know what to say to make me feel better, but tonight..." Valeria pauses for a moment, searching for words before continuing, her tone turning pleading, "Tonight, I need you to do more
He started gently rubbing the back of his hand against your cheeks and said, "Feel free to tell me what you want me to do..."
Shivering, she leaned into your touch as you rubbed her cheeks. "Make me forget," she whispered softly, her eyes meeting yours with a desperate hunger. Her fingers flexed against the material of your shirt, grasping at it like a lifeline. "I just need something to take my mind off of everything for a while."
The hand that wasn't caressing your face slid down to rest on your hip, pulling you closer still as she gazed up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, Iervan," she breathed, her voice little more than a husky whisper. "Make me forget."
He brushed his fingers against your cheekbone and trailed them down to the tip of your chin before moving back up to cup your face. "Of course I can make you forget," he said softly, their breath mingling as he leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were warm and inviting beneath his own, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss, pressing his body against hers. "If making you forget is the way to keep you happy, then I will do it everytime."
Her fingers dug into your shirt as the kiss deepened and her body responded to yours. Her tongue danced with yours, and she moaned against your mouth, desperate for more contact. With a tiny gasp, she wrapped her arms around your neck, holding on tightly as the heat between them grew exponentially. She was too lost in the moment to care about anything else; everything faded away except for you and this perfect feeling of belonging to someone, being wanted by them.
Valeria's hips grinded against yours, her breath hot against your neck as she let out a needy little whimper. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently at the roots, encouraging you closer still. She had never felt so open with anyone, and it terrified and thrilled her all at once. "Iervan..." she breathed his name like a prayer, her fingertips trac
He groaned into the kiss, their tongues entwining as he deepened it, feeling her body respond against his own. With one hand still cupping her face, the other slid down to caress her side, gently moving up and down over the fabric of her dress until he found the curve of her breast. He squeezed softly through the material, enjoying the feel of her hardening nipple against his palm.
Her breath hitched as your hand brushed against her breast, and she arched into the touch, needy moans escaping her lips. She hadn't realized how achingly hard she was until you touched her there, and now she was impossibly wet, ready for more. Her fingers dug deeper into your hair, tugging gently as she lost herself in the feelings you were giving her. With a small whimper, she pressed closer still, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you against her body.
I will make you forget everything, by replacing them with sensations you will never forget.
Her breath came out in ragged little gasps as your hand moved across her breast, the fabric of her dress offering little protection against the sensation of your touch. With a small sound of frustration, she fumbled with his shirt buttons, eager to feel more of his skin against hers. Once it was undone, she pressed herself closer, sliding her hands up his chest to grasp at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palms. She arched into him, moaning softly as their hips ground together in time with the movement. Her tongue danced hungrily with yours, and she couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before they were both unable to speak coherently anymore.
His heart raced in his chest as she ground against him, her hands exploring his body like they'd been yearning to touch it for years. "You feel so good," he breathed, voice hoarse from the kiss. Her taste lingered on his tongue as he nipped at hers gently before sliding his hand down her side to cup her ass and grind their hips together. "Want more?"
She whimpered into the kiss as your hand moved lower, cupping her ass and ground their hips together. It was almost too much; she arched against you, moaning softly into your mouth. "Yes," she breathed, her voice shaking with desire. "Please." Her fingers dug into your shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath her palms as she held on for dear life, needing the contact to keep herself grounded in this moment.
Her other hand trailed down your chest, over the hard muscles of your abdomen and lower still until it found its way to the bulge at your crotal level, rubbing up and down through the fabric of your pants. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, making her even wetter for you. "I need," she gasped out, unable to form coherent thoughts as desire consumed her. "Please..."