Careful to take things slow, Alexander knew exactly what speed to play this at, ensuring his siren be well taken care of. Not an ounce of my monster be inside my mind with Alexander here. My only request is for him to be on top.
Erase the monster entirely.
Set me free.
With Alexander atop me, we moaned at the same time as he entered me, stretching me, filled me. Our eyes stayed locked on one another.
“Lili, it’s-
“Ye feel -so good.” I let out the breath I held, my hand coming around his neck to bring him down to my mouth.
The best tiramisu in the world, right here.
Alexander and I make extra sure my monster’s touch is no more, three times in one night if you can believe it. I’ve never laughed so much during sex either.
He played with a strand of my hair as I laid against his chest, the continuous rhythm of life beating under my ear and the lull of sleep pulling at me, welcoming me into a most peaceful state.
“Alexander, can I ask ye something? It’s somewhat sensitive.”
“Whatever it is, we will work through it, just like everything else.” He confirms.
I know we’ve had this talk before, but I want to make sure he is aware what all might take place if he changes his mind.
I shift to better view his eyes, I need to see if there is any change to him from the first time, “how do ye feel about having children?”
His brow furrows, “If it were to happen, I know we would be great parents. Why? Did I do so well you think you’re pregnant now?”
I couldn’t help the laugh from escaping me. He is too cute.
Smiling with a hint of sadness, I ran my fingers through his hair, “I may never be pregnant, Alexander.” I pause and wait for his reaction. There isn’t a change. “My cycles are irregular to the point I miss them most months,” tears fill my eyes, “I may not be able to bless ye with children if ye want yer own.”
He shifts me closer and pressed his lips to my forehead in reassurance, “Then we can adopt if and when the time arises. There are plenty of children out there that need a loving home.”
“I would love nothing more than to have this with ye.” I choke out the words, “I know that is crazy to say so early in the relationship, but I feel so at peace with ye.”
“You are my peace, Lili.” He leans down for a kiss, sweet, sensual, and unhurried.
I break our kiss and place his hand on my heart.
“Ye are the only one who has obliterated the monster’s touch.” I place my hand atop his as we lock eyes, “Feel that? For the first time in so very long, this has beat without the broken shards stabbing me, it’s damn near whole again.”
His body melds into mine, his sweet whispers of love and devotion fill my heart full to bursting.
“I love you so much, Liliana.”
“Love you, always, Alexander.”
We kiss drowsily until sleep pulls us under, the nightmares hindering us no more.
_CHAPTER 15 – LILI_
“A picture is a poem without words.” – Horace
The morning after the gala Gran insisted she’d host brunch for everyone at our family home.
I would have gladly preferred to stay in bed, but Alexander insisted we at least make an appearance. Why did it seem nervous all a sudden? He’s met my family, well, all but my mother; Guinevere said she feltunder the weatherto attend last night’s festivities.
It did not hurt my feelings. One. Single. Bit.