EUPHORIC

The doctor had came and gone, Sophie now being all stitched up and sitting nervously on the end of the large four poster bed. Mahogany wood formed a canopy that hung over the bed, with satin royal blue curtains bunched at either side of each poster. Matching the curtains, the sheets on the bed were also silk and royal blue. They were covered in a darker navy blue embroidery in intricate patterns that resembled a thick hedge, with leaves and vines covering almost every inch, only small glimpses of royal blue could be seen through it. A gold trim outlined the edges of the duvet and pillows, they looked so fancy they must've cost a fortune. The room was filled with dark mahogany furniture, from the bedside tables to the bookcases either side of the fireplace at the other end of the room.

The warm glow from the fireplace made her feel sleepy, her eyes half lidded as she stared into it absentmindedly. She'd managed to push the thoughts of the attack to the back of her mind for now, not wanting to let them consume her any longer. She would not be weak.

"I'll sleep in another room, yeah? Don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, alright?" Alfie spoke. He stood by the door of the room, watching the sleepy expression on her face. The man didn't know what to do with himself - he wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and hold her under the covers while he kissed her passionately. That wouldn't be the gentleman-ly thing to do though, and she deserved a gentleman who wouldn't be inappropriate or improper. "If you need anything, I'll just be down the hall."

"I need…" Sophie began but trailed off, growing shy. "I need you to stay…with me." She whispered, glancing up at him through her heavy eyes. "Please?"

Alfie cursed under his breath, his pants tightening devilishly at her innocence as she sat there in his shirt on his bed. He vowed right there and then that one day, sooner rather than later, it would be their bed in their house. "Alright, meyn likht." He murmured as he slowly stalked towards the young girl. Reaching one hand out for the bedpost Sophie was leaning her head against, Alfie lowered himself onto his knees in front of her. "Fucking hell, love, hope you know I can't get back up now."

"What are you doing, Alf?" Sophie's voice was so hoarse; it came out more of a whisper. Alfie hummed in content at the nickname, a warm smile lifting his lips.

"Got something I need you to really fucking understand, yeah. So gonna say it right to your face, make sure you really take it in, alright." Alfie raised his hands to hold her face. He looked deeply into her eyes, forcing all of her attention onto him. "I fucking love you, alright. Which means anything you want, need, fucking desire, I will do. Got a fucking spell on me or something with your gypsy witchcraft, because all I fucking care about is keeping that smile on your perfect face, yeah? Understood?"

Sophie didn't think her grin could get any bigger, it almost hurt her face to be smiling so widely but she didn't care. She felt as if her entire body was filled with fireworks, the heat and the fluttering sensation taking over her senses, Alfie's words making her heart skip a beat. Taking his face in her hands, she leaned forward quickly and connected their lips. She ignored the pain in her lip and soon forgot about it all together as they melted into each other. The kiss started off delicate and loving, devolving swiftly into an intense and passionate desperation to be as close to each other as possible.

Alfie leaned into Sophie, her legs either side of his hips and their chests pressed together. Their lips fought feverishly, deepening more and more as their tongues touched. Her hands flew up to his hair tugging gently on its ends as his dropped to her hips digging his fingertips wantonly into the soft skin there. In a flurry of affection, Alfie's lips dropped to kiss along her jawline, touching every inch of skin along it, stopping to suck gently on the taut skin just below her ear. A soft gasp escaped Sophie as he kissed further into the crook of her neck, licking and biting wherever he could. An instinctual need to feel him closer, Sophie began to grind her hips against his, drawing a deep growl from Alfie as she rubbed against his hard length. His grip on her hips grew tighter as he pulled her closer into him. Sophie's fingers trailed down from his head to the buttons on his shirt, beginning to slowly undo them.

"Soph, we can't love…" He mumbled between kisses. "You're hurt, you can't."

Sophie let out a whine as she bucked her hips further into his. Taking hold of bunches of his shirt she pulled him closer, and lowered her head to nip at his ear lobe.

"Please, Alf. I need you." She whispered in his ear. She pulled her head back to look him in the eye. Alfie took in her face, already growing antsy from her words. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled in the light from the fire crackling away in the room. Her eyelids were heavy and half lidded in bliss, ready to succumb to the euphoria she was feeling. His stony grey eyes flickered to her swollen lips as she bit her bottom lip gently.

"Fuck," Alfie breathed. "I don't want to hurt you, sheyn." His pleading eyes searched hers for any hesitation. When he didn't find any, he removed his right hand from her hip and reached for the buttons on her shirt. Alfie kept his eyes connected with hers while he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. The tension was thick, Sophie had to keep reminding herself to take deep breaths, with her brain solely occupied with the feel of Alfie's fingertips as they worked.

Once all the buttons had been undone, Alfie's eyes trailed over her defined collarbones, unable to resist lowering his head to plant chaste kisses along it. He inhaled deeply, savouring the sweet scent of lavender. Alfie could not get enough of this woman and one of these days she will ruin him. He knew he would do anything, be anything for her - fuck he'd give up his empire if that was what she wanted. He almost felt embarrassed at the hold she had over him after only knowing her for a few weeks. No one had seen this soft side to him since his mother had died and in some ways he liked having someone to show this part of him to; someone he didn't have to be on guard around at all times. Even with the men who worked for him, he couldn't show any sign of weakness or else he'd lose his position if one of them got a bit too ambitious.

"Mmmm, Alfie." Sophie moaned as he began to kiss over the tops of her breasts. The scruff of his beard scratched her skin, grazing over her nipple and making her jolt slightly at the sensation. His hand tenderly cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her nipple as he sucked the other gently. Pleasure coursed through her body, tightening her legs around his hips as she grew wetter. Sophie felt weak as she struggled to keep sitting up straight and instead leaned back on her elbows to support her. Alfie pulled away from her, causing another whine to fall from her mouth as she defeatedly fell back onto the bed. Carefully he stood, flashing her a cheeky smile as he began to take off his shirt. Sophie's hands shot up to feel his strong stomach, tracing her fingertips over a thick scar over his rib cage on his left side.

"What was this from?" Sophie asked as he outlined the roughly three inch line.

"From when I was a kid, was scrapping with some fucking gentile and got hit with a glass bottle. Big chunk stuck in between my ribs. Me mum was fucking furious." Alfie chuckled at the memory. A vision of his mother pulling the glass out and threatening to put it back in when Alfie had sworn at the pain. She was a strong woman, severe and intelligent with a hidden kind side. Alfie was definitely a female version of his mother.

"Bet you were a right troublemaker." Sophie teased. Exchanging toothy grins, Alfie took hold of her wandering hands pushing them back above her head. Bending down to kiss her lips gently, he moved to whisper into her ear.

"Just you wait, love."

A shiver tore through her body, her eyes fluttering shut at his tone. Suddenly, Alfie forcefully pulled the boxer shorts she'd been wearing down her legs. He couldn't wait anymore, he needed to be close to her and watching her pretty eyes roll back into her head. Alfie reached his fingers down, slowly trailing them up her thighs towards her centre. She'd never been touched like this before and that knowledge drove Alfie wild. He was the first to ever see her like this, bare begging for him. There she lay on the bed, in nothing but his off-white open linen shirt, bunched at her elbows and falling by her sides to give his eyes full access to her body. Her small breasts shaped perfectly and raised in the air as she arched her back in anticipation. His fingers reached her core, very lightly running up and down her folds. Licking his lips, he lowered himself back to his knees and ignored the twinge in his back as he did so. He was captivated by the sight of her, unable to focus on anything but her wetness. He started by tracing light circles with his middle finger around her entrance before slowly slipping it inside. The intrusion produced a breathy moan from Sophie, enjoying the feeling of his finger inside her. He began to slowly pump it in and out, using the thumb of his other hand to rub pressured circles into her clit. Temptation got the better of him as he leaned his head closer to take the place of his thumb as he added another finger inside her, increasing the speed that they thrust back and forth inside her. Sophie's hips bucked suddenly as he hit the right spot. A pressure began to build in her lower abdomen, like an itch she couldn't quite reach.

"Alfie…fuck!" She gasped, beginning to writhe on the bed at the pleasure he was causing. Alfie abruptly completely removed his fingers from inside her, stopping her from reaching her climax. When she opened her eyes to question him, she could see him stand as he began to unbutton his trousers and pull them down. His length sprung from his pants impressively.

"I wanna feel you cum properly, angel." Alfie told her as he carefully rubbed his tip over her entrance, coating it with her slickness. "Tell me to stop if it hurts, yeah? Want you to enjoy it."

She nods her head as she prepares herself, not quite sure what to expect. Sure she knew how this went, Ada and her had talked about the whole process at length when Ada had first lost her virginity. She supposed the feeling couldn't be that bad if Ada hadn't been put off by her first time, surely? Alfie was rather large, did that mean it would feel better? Her thoughts were interrupted by Alfie's hand embracing her cheek.

"Hey, where'd you go? Not changing your mind are ya?" Alfie questioned nervously. He knew this was a bad idea, she was so young and unsure, it was her first time - maybe she didn't want him in that way? Alfie began to worry that her wounds were hurting her, wondering if in her movements when he was pleasuring her she'd pulled on her stitches too much.

Sophie leant up to wrap her arms around his neck and bring him down so he was hovering above her with his elbows either side of her head to stop him putting his weight on her. She pushed her lips against his, wanting to convey her love and trust in him in the best way she knew how.

"I want this. I want you." She breathed into his mouth as she pulled away slightly. With her permission, Alfie slowly began to push himself into her. A sharp inhale from Sophie made him pause, searching her eyes and wishing he was able to hear her thoughts to make sure she was alright. "Keep going, please. J-J-just go slow."

Alfie nodded, beginning to push deeper but even slower this time. He was listening intently to her shaky breaths, waiting for her to tell him to stop but she didn't. Once he was completely inside of her, it was Alfie's turn to take a shaky breath. He cursed under his breath at just how fucking tight she was.

"What is it? Is it- am I- does it not…" Sophie worried, her eyes widening.

"Soph' stop. You feel so fucking good, yeah? Just needed to catch my breath from just how fucking good you feel, yeah?" Alfie said, gripping her face tightly with his hands. She nodded, relieved. Her eyes quickly flew shut as he began to pull back, starting to build a rhythm as he thrust steadily back and forth. Adjusting to the feeling of his size, any initial pain she felt melted into blissful pleasure. Sophie gained in confidence and rose her hips to meet his as he buried himself deep inside her.

"Oh my god, Alfie." She moaned, throwing her head back from this heavenly feeling. The pressure in her lower abdomen started to build again, only stronger this time. Curses and Alfie's name filled the air around them as suddenly her whole body seemed to release. She tingled from her toes to her scalp and her back arched as she moaned out in ecstasy. Only moments later, Alfie's thrusts sped up sloppily. Grunting, he pushed deeper and deeper, wanting to be as close as physically possible to her. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing as she came down from her orgasm. This only pushed Alfie closer to the edge. Sophie was transfixed on his face, twisted in bliss, and pulled him down to connect their lips in a kiss as desperate and sloppy as his thrusts had become. As their tongues fought for dominance, she felt him freeze as he let out a deep moan, pushing seemingly deeper inside her even though she thought it couldn't be possible to be any deeper. She could feel him twitch inside her as he released, filling her with his love.

Alfie pulled his lips away from her so he could catch his breath, resting his sweaty forehead against hers. Staying inside her, he rolled onto his side, turning her with him and wrapping his arms around her, careful to avoid her injury. He panted heavily, eyes closed and enjoying being so thoroughly connected with her. Their souls seemed to become one in that moment, their single flames erupting into a large wildfire that could never be contained or extinguished. Flames licked at their naked bodies entwined together on top of his smooth sheets. Their bodies were hot and flushed, covered in sticky sweat from their activities but neither seemed to mind as they held each other close.