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An intoxicating aura of heat and passion hung in the air. Adam and I sat in the delightfully warm bath tub, bodies intertwined. I felt his rough stubble on my neck as he kissed me, demandingly as per usual but this time, with hints of gentleness and care. This was the first time we had ever shared a bath together-a simple but tender moment for us both. We had only just gotten in, and I almost yelped when he drew my head back and sucked ravenously on my breasts. Roughly, and then softly. That was normally the way he handled me, so I've learned. He began in a rough, demanding, and masochistic way. But soon, he became softened by my cries and his care for me took over. He made it known to me that it is never his desire to bring me pain; only pleasure. And if it was the former rather than the latter, I was to let him know immediately. But he secretly wanted both, and I, so lovingly, gave him everything he desired.

"Oh Adam..."

"Hmm?" His deep, velvety voice sent a wave of vibration down my throat. It was almost a purr...a sweet, short melody that he hummed.

I ran my hands down his broad, muscular back and nipped at his earlobe. He tasted almost yummy-and the desire that he roused within me was delicious. No other man could ever. "You're so wonderful. I'm glad to have met you...even though you were such an arrogant bastard before," I whispered.

He grinned, boyishly, but his devilish charms still remained. Every day, every hour and every minute, I was unearthing pieces of him he kept locked up for so long. "Whatever, Bellissima. You and your sappy romantic ways," he said affectionately.

"It got you, didn't it?" I said seductively in his ear.

He growled and covered my mouth with his. I responded passionately, fiddling with the lamp black hair at the nape of his neck. Our tongues danced wildly. Adam had completely consumed me. From the day I met him, I had no desire to spend time with, or be with anyone else. I felt his hands underneath the warm water as they roamed my body. My eyes rolled back as he moved into me slowly and the water in the bath tub began to lap against each other. He was morphing into the sex god he was. I squeezed his tender ass cheeks and he cupped my breasts in one had and my face in the other.

"Oh, amore mio, sei incredibile," he moaned deeply.

Our tempo had increased so wildly that water had splashed onto the floor, creating a glorious mess. But this was to be expected. Everywhere we made love, we made a mess of our surroundings, and of each other.

I threw my head back and hissed as he bit into my neck to stiffle the loud moan that escaped him. It was too much-the pleasure, the passion and the pain. But riveting all the more so. I felt like I was drowning beneath him, and being submerged in water only increased that feeling.

"I w-want you. I need you, Bellissima-"

Before he could finish, a wave of pleasure crashed over us both. I was so traumatized by the length of him-and I felt stung everytime he entered me. The sting of pleasure. Sweet, guilty pleasure.

We both were breathing heavily, and I took a brief respite opposite him in the bathtub, resting my head back.

I could feel Adam watching me. Oh how I loved it. There was something different in his gaze. It wasn't just cold and abyss-like. His eyes had a dark brown hue, and they sparkled with adoration.

"You...you're so beautiful," he murmured. "I've dated so many women and--for some reason...I just can't get enough of you. I have yet to tire of you-and I don't think I ever will. I simply cannot understand it."

Aww. The bastard. That's the sweetest thing he's ever said to me. "Oh Adam. Don't you see? You've met your match. I'm not just another conquest to you, or a pursuit mainly out of pleasure. Have you considered, perhaps...that you may be... falling in love with me?"

Adam looked at me, dark eyes calculating. He clenched his jaw and his lips were taught-unmoving. I did not shrink back. I stared, just as intently and did not waver.

"Perhaps," he murmured under his breath. It was so hoarse and I had to strain to catch such a vital admission from him. I only smiled softly and opened my mouth to reply. He got up out of the bathtub, draped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. Oh no you don't, I thought and followed suit.

Droplets of water formed a pathway, leading me straight to him. I moved in front of him, obstructing his way.

"We're not done here," I...