Page 85 of Veiled Amor

He found her mouth, and she ate him alive with enough passion to blind him.

There was a need for Capone to be inside Lucia, to know how fucking tragically he loved her. He’d been in that misery for years, and now she’d let him into heaven. Lucky bastard, he wouldn’t waste a moment tonight.

Because she was a little thing, he boosted her again, so her hands fixed around the headboard and her feet braced on the bed, knees bent. He was in so tight between her legs he was already satisfied more than any other fuck of his life.

But if he didn’t get inside her, he was going to die.

Muttering in the only language he’d spoken around his family, he worshipped her with words she swallowed down her throat.

“I’ll give my sweet little fuck anything she wants,” he confessed just to hear her whine, biting him hard on the mouth, her hands clawing around his shoulders before she moved them back to the headboard. “All the cock she can handle. Going to fill you until it hurts now,miamor. But don’t worry, I always make the hurt go away, don’t I?”

“Oh, god, yes. You do. Please, do it.”

One shove and he was in, and Capone’s world ended.

Another push, and he gained deeper access when her pussy walls relaxed enough to let him in until he was buried in the only woman he would ever love.

They exhaled together.

“I know how many days it’s been since I was last in this pussy,” he rasped, watching her eyes widen with shock and then lower with a haze of lust as he moved. He took it leisurely at first, letting her get used to him, even when he wanted to tear through her like a deranged animal. Capone nipped kisses to her throat, sucked the pain away, increasing with speed. “I counted every day I haven’t been fucking you, Lucia. Too many days.”

“Too many days,” she echoed on a breathy moan when he knew his cock had hit the soft part of her.

“Shit. Shit. That feels fantastic, oh god, Gi.”

About to get better.

“Say it then,amor. Tell me now.”

She didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence before a litany of pleading came bursting out of her lips while Capone fucked her. “Fuck me.Fuckme, baby.”

Ah, fuck. Just as sweet as the first time he’d heard her demand it, and like then, he went into hyper mode, so focused on the woman beneath him squeezing his dick with her wet sex.

Their breathing was labored.

Every word he whispered in Spanish was dirtier than the last, and he meant every single one. He couldn’t get enough, so he fucked her harder, fueled by her moans. Only when he stilled with his mouth on hers, drinking in her pants, did he drop his head so he could watch Lucia pumping her hips, working herself on his shaft with a rhythm hard enough he saw stars. She was impatient, struggling to take every inch of his cock, whining his name beautifully.

How had he lived without her?

Their storm built; he couldn’t taste her fast enough, deep enough.

Pulling away from her seeking lips, Capone watched her glazed eyes flutter open as he reached above her head and grabbed the headboard. “You’ve got one minute to do what you want,nena, then it’s time I tire out your sinner’s body. Understand me?”

The smile she gave him about burned his lungs to dust.

“Sí, Giancarlo. Start the clock.”

She didn’t wait. Grabbing his waist, she braced her feet, bowed up, plowing his cock inside herself deeper than before, and gave him an earth-shattering point of view of her writhing body as he watched her take him, the spot where his cock met her glistening pussy.

Dios. Killing him.

She was a goddess streaking her tongue around his ear gauge, down his throat where she sucked his Adam’s apple, all the while pumping her little hips upward. Fucking hell, this was a bad idea; he would not last.

Hands tightened on the headboard hard enough he could have ripped it in half. Capone cursed when Lucia sucked his nipple and scraped his sides with her nails. His grunts almost shrouded her addictive moans, but he savored them like a gift. A man enjoyed knowing he did his woman right. “Lucia.” He growled. “Get there,now.”

“I’mplaying.”

Fucking. Hell.