Elena needed air.
After everything, after the shouting and the slap that still burned in memory, she walked out to the garden without a word. The wind brushed her hair, lifting strands across her face as if to comfort her.
She stood among the roses — his roses — and began to hum softly, a melody only she knew. Her voice drifted into the evening air, broken but calm, like someone trying to heal herself through sound.
Lorenzo found her there, the late sun lighting her face in gold. He called her name, quietly at first, then again, louder. She didn't turn. She didn't stop humming.
"Elena… can we talk?"
She didn't answer. She moved along the flowers, brushing her fingers across their petals, singing as though he wasn't even there. The silence between her words spoke louder than anything she could have said.
Lorenzo frowned — not in anger, but confusion. Something in her calm unsettled him. He had seen Elena cry, fight, rage… but never this. Never this quiet strength that ignored him so completely.
He tried again. "Elena, please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
Still no reply. She only sang, stepping toward the little stone path at the center of the garden. When he blinked, she was gone.
Panic hit him. He rushed after her, scanning the walkways until he spotted her by the pool, tracing circles around the blue water. She looked peaceful — too peaceful for the storm inside him.
He followed her, talking the whole way. "Elena, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't look for you because I thought you needed space, I—"
She kept walking.
"Elena!"
Nothing. Just the soft sound of her humming again, drifting through the air like a challenge.
Behind him, the maids and guards whispered, trying not to laugh at the sight of the feared Lorenzo following his lovely woman around like a desperate schoolboy. The more he spoke, the more she ignored him. And the more they laughed.
Finally, something inside him gave in — not in anger, but in exhaustion. He reached her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and lifted her clean off the ground.
"Lorenzo!" she gasped, half angry, half laughing now. "Put me down!"
"No," he said firmly, holding her tight. "I'm tired of chasing you around, tired of you acting like you can't hear me."
She pushed lightly at his chest, but he didn't let go. His voice softened. "You've been through too much, Elena. We both have. But I can't lose you again — not to silence, not to pride."
Her expression softened for a moment, but she turned her face away. "Put me down, Lorenzo."
"No way," he said with a smile that held the ache of everything he'd nearly lost. "You're not getting out of my arms today."
He carried her toward the house, ignoring the giggles that followed them from the staff.
When he set her down in the bedroom, the air between them changed. It was quiet — too quiet. She looked up at him, eyes still filled with stubborn fire, but there was something else there too. Pain. Longing. Love.
She wanted to say something, but I kissed her and pulled her down onto the bed. She kissed him bback and began unbuttoning his shirt."
"Oh, ahhhhh fuck..."
He bit her earlobe that sent her tingling
Soft moans filled the whole room. Lorenzo was playing Elena's feminine and she's doing the same. Their body is on fire, a burning lust of desire is inside of their body. He sucked, licked, and nipped Elena's whole body. He didn't miss every corner of her body. He even marked everything.
He continue massaging her feminine, she groaned when his hands rub her feminine up and down. Feeling the pleasure of ecstasy, she wanted to release her loads. She's soaking wet down she tilted her head on the other side to suppress her groans.
I didn't waste time anymore, just pushed myself inside of her, making her gasp.
She hugged me tightly and dug her nails into my flesh.
I groaned because of her tightness, and soon I started to move, making her moan.
She wass fucking tight and I couldn't discribe this pleasure. Not only that, her hands were traveling through my upper body everywhere.
Then I slowly looked at her bouncing breasts. I lost my sanity and I removed the straps on her dress and pulled it down after unzipping
I took out her gorgeous breasts. Then I lowered my head and started to lick her nipples. Then she moaned seductively, making me move even faster.
"Fuck.. baby i can't control myself " I cursed and released my sperm as she collapsed against my body.
I'm not done yet baby.
I watched her face and then I put myself in again before slamming into her making her moan even more louder.
I grabbed Elena from her waist and sat her up on my lap as she placed her hands on my neck. Then I pushed myself inside of her while making her move up and down. I looked at her face and saw she was tilting her head back and biting her lips with pleasure. Then I groaned and took her one nipple to my mouth as I started to move her faster.
Loren….fuck ahhhhh faster. How does he make me forget every pain with just a single touch? He's done this before, but today… something was different. Today, I lost all control — not just over him, but over myself."