Page 125 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

I smirk, dragging my fingertips up her ribs, over the curve of her breast, teasing the soft fabric covering her. "You have no idea, sweetheart."

I dip my head, brushing my lips along the side of her throat, feeling the rapid pulse there, the way her skin heats under my touch. "I’ve imagined how soft your skin would feel," I whisper against her collarbone, my tongue darting out to taste her. "How your body would react to my hands, my mouth."

I nip at the delicate skin, soothing it with my tongue, savoring the way she shudders beneath me. "And now," I murmur, kissing my way across her shoulder, "Here we are."

I reach for the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her thighs, exposing inch after inch of smooth, golden skin. She lifts her hips for me, letting me peel it away, letting me bare her to my hungry gaze. The dress slips over her head, falling to the floor, forgotten.

I pull back slightly, my breath catching in my throat.

"Fuck," I groan, raking my gaze over her.

She’s laid out beneath me in nothing but lace, delicate black straps framing her curves, the sheer fabric barely concealing what I already know is mine to take.

Sofia arches a brow, a smirk curling her lips despite the way her breath shudders. "Something wrong?"

I let out a dark chuckle, shaking my head. “Just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you."

Her smirk falters slightly, her pupils dilating as my hands trace down her body, my fingers dipping beneath the lace at her hips, snapping the band against her skin just to hear her sharp inhale.

I kiss my way down her body, trailing my tongue over the swell of her breast, teasing the hardened peak through the sheer lace. She moans softly, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging slightly, urging me on.

"You like that?" I murmur against her skin, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud again.

She whimpers, her hips shifting beneath me. "Yes."

I grin against her, dragging my lips lower, licking a slow, deliberate path down her stomach. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them slightly, making room for me.

"You know what I like?" I ask, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee, working my way higher. "I like the way your body reacts to me." I nip at her inner thigh, reveling in the way she gasps, the way she trembles. "The way you shudder when I touch you."

I glance up at her, watching the way her chest rises and falls, the way her fingers twist in the sheets. I press another kiss to her thigh, dragging my tongue over the sensitive skin before biting down just enough to make her whimper.

Her eyes fly open, hazy and unfocused. "Marco?—"

"Shh," I whisper, my lips brushing against the thin lace barrier between us. "I’m not done with you yet."

I lick her through the fabric, slow and teasing, just enough to make her thighs tense, to make her hips jerk against me.

She moans, her head falling back against the pillow, her body arching. "God, Marco?—"

I grin against her, my hands gripping her thighs tighter, holding her still as I kiss her again, open-mouthed, pressing my tongue flat against the lace, letting her feel every stroke, every tease.

"Patience, sweetheart," I murmur, dragging my fingers up her stomach, tracing over her ribs, up to her breasts. I palm them, squeezing gently, flicking my thumbs over the hardened peaks, watching as she writhes beneath me, caught between my hands and my mouth.

She’s so responsive, so open, so fucking perfect.

I lift my head, locking eyes with her, watching the way her lips part, the way her breath comes in short, gasping little pants.

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her body trembling beneath my touch.

And I haven’t even begun.

Sofia’s fingers drift up my chest slowly, tracing the heat of my skin, the steady thud of my heartbeat beneath her touch. Her eyes are locked onto mine, still heavy with everything I’ve done to her, everything I’m about to do.

She’s still trembling, her body humming with the pleasure I left in my wake, but that doesn’t stop her hands from moving, from sliding over my shoulders, curling into the fabric of my shirt as if she’s suddenly remembered I’m wearing too much.

"Off," she murmurs, her voice husky.

I smirk, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of her wrist. "That eager for me?"