In the dimly lit room, illuminated by the flickering light of two candles, soft panting filled the air, mingling with the faint sounds of your racing hearts. You straddled him with your eyes closed, your legs trembling with the aftershocks of your first sexual encounter.

Altaïr slowly opened his eyes, his gaze finding you, taking in the sight of you in this vulnerable moment. With a gentle touch, he lifted his hand, his fingers caressing your cheek, coaxing your eyes open. You stared down into his, lost in the depths of his loving gaze.

A soft smile played on his lips as he sat up, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. Your head rested on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender kiss.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice soft, tinged with concern, a need to know if he had been too rough, too demand to know.

With a small nod, you let him know that you were okay, that he hadn't been too rough, that he hadn't crossed any boundaries. Altaïr sighed softly in relief, his body relaxing against yours.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft, tender.*

"I love you too," you whispers softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his back in comforting.