Page 51 of Veiled Amor

Without protest, Lucia folded like a soaked piece of cardboard because being held by him felt amazing. She softened her muscles as Capone curled his frame around her. His face found the back of her neck.

Oh, god. This was hell and heaven.

“Can you sleep now?” He rumbled.

Hells no. Her nerve endings were dancing, her stomach was tighter than a fist, God, her pussy was soaked.

“Yes.” She replied in a needy croak. When she accidentally wriggled her bottom up against his crotch, she knew she was in hell as she felt how hard he was.

They both seemed to freeze together.

“You need to stop poking me with that,” she exclaimed and instantly flamed, burying her face in her arm.

“I would if you’d stop grinding on me.”

“I hardly think I was grinding,” she turned her head to direct a glare over her shoulder. It came out more breathily than planned, “this bed is too small. I’ll sleep somewhere else.”

“No,” he growled, tightening his arm around her middle. “Go to sleep, Lucia,” Capone told her, his mouth brushing her ear.

It was impossible. How could she even think about closing her eyes?

But the longer he held her, the warmer she became, and she relaxed further, melting into his body. Aware of his cock pressing into her butt, and his breath on her neck, but the sensation soothed her into a dreamlike state.

It was a hand stroking her stomach, which woke Lucia up, however long later.

Oh, and the tease of his tongue along her bottom lip.

There was no room for a surprise as sleep left her, because she was moaning. When she became aware of all her limbs, Lucia realized she had a claw hold of Capone around the back of his neck. He was half on top of her, crushing her into the bed and kissing the hell out of her.

Oh, boy.

No thoughts.

Only sensations and the holy good taste of this man in her mouth as he pulled her tongue into his before sucking her slowly.

Did she die in her sleep, and this was her eternal rest?

Hot, dirty Spanish words fell against her tongue as she moaned and tried to push herself deeper into his mouth. Capone controlled her head in his large hand, turning her so he could sweep in and take her over.

It was a kiss, and a war all mingled into one.

Giving up her dominance to him so easily because the taste of him was out of this world. “Gi.” She murmured, aware now she had her leg slung over his thigh and was humping him.

“No,” he growled when she tried to wrench away. Letting his tongue seduce her as his hand gripped her ass cheek, moving her in such a way that felt depraved and erotically charged. Bumping up against an unmistakable hardness. Lucia moaned through the next kiss, taking only small sips of air when his mouth allowed it.

They battled and won whatever war they were in, and when they did part, she was left wrecked and soaking wet down below.

“How… what… what happened?” She finally asked through kiss-swollen lips.

She’d attacked him in her sleep, hadn’t she?

Color stained her cheeks, flaming her alive as if she were perched on an outdoor grill. There was no room to escape, Capone held her captive against his body, that big hand still resting on her butt. “You were moaning my name in your sleep.”

Ohhh. Damn.

“Couldn’t stand it,nena.” The sound that came out of Capone’s throat was one of torture, and if she could have seen his face in the darkened room, she would have known what he was feeling. Instead, she listened to her rampant heart banging as she tried to free her leg. No such luck when Capone’s palm stopped her, and he drove in with a dry fuck.

Oh. God. Stars pounded through her eyeballs, pleasure tingling through her clit.