Alessandra’s POV
The horror stories surrounding a loss of virtue seemed like tall tales considering how I felt at rest against Aaron’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat serenaded me to peace as the only evidence of any change had been the pounding between my thighs of the intrusion. But with the way his fingers traced against my spine in this moment, perfection incarnate to what was sworn to be the ruin of so much, I truly believed this had been a slice of heaven on earth. Everything from his scent to his touch left me pleasantly numb but insatiable for all the things he could now show me as what it meant to be ‘his’.
“Are you okay?” He asked as I chuckled, pulling myself onto his chest in such a way that I could read his expression, my chin set at a rest over my interlaced fingers pres
