Page 87 of Veiled Amor

And again.

And again.

He ate her like a dying man at the altar of a Goddess and made her cry for him.

His sweet little fuck took him down and made him into a new man.

In the dark hours, until the sun rose into the sky, he was inside her body, worshipping her, unable to make up for the lost time.

But oh, he tried.Dios.

He fucked them into oblivion, desperately trying to reverse the time where Lucia had always belonged to him.

TWENTY-FOUR

“Being a biker’s personal nurse isn’t a bad job to have.” -Lucia

All her life, Lucia didn’t need to come awake in increment stages.

So, when her eyes popped open the following morning, it was to a quiet apartment and a gaping space beside her in bed.

Hm.

Maybe questions flew through her mind.

But the one nagging loudest was, where was Capone? Without jumping to huge conclusions, as she usually would, she shuffled to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs to the floor. It didn’t matter if she overreacted, her brain was already thinking it. Capone regretted last night and had taken off, leaving her to wake alone.

Okay.

Cool.

Whatever.

Not a surprise.

She saw the time was 9 a.m., it made sense he’d gone to work.

But not to leave her a message?

Surely it was sex etiquette.

She’d probably sexed him so hard during the night it knocked all manners out of his head.

That must be it. Why else wouldn’t he let her know he was leaving?

He couldn’t hit it and quit it, he freaking lived here…

Doubts chewed through her mind while she showered in his bathroom, scrubbing every inch of her sore and well-used body with his shower gel. Deep inside, her vagina was aching like she’d been riding a bicycle for days. Instead, she’d been riding a very hard man for hours, so it was basically the same thing. A smile tugged at her lips as she hummed through her hair washing. And because she’d given Capone countless orgasms in the past few hours, she felt okay using his razor to de-fuzz her legs and underarms. After using his mouthwash, she wrapped a fluffy towel around her body and decided she’d make coffee and see what food looked good in the fridge.

She didn’t even get a step out of the room.

Something hot twisted in her stomach, seeing him sitting up in bed, watching her as she froze in the bathroom doorway. A smile twitched up one end of his goateed mouth and that heat turned into a full-fledged inferno.

Eeep.The fantastic orgasm giverwas here, naked in bed with the sheet gathered low on his waist.

No man had the right to be that handsome, that sexually appealing. It was as if all God’s minions had thrown the kitchen sink at Capone, and he came out too perfect. Her thighs shook just looking at him. The slabs of olive, tanned muscles on his torso were hard, she knew from experience having laid on them and felt them pushing against her back while he fucked her. His arms were as solid as they looked, the ribbons of veins snaked along his inner forearms and the back of his hands. Unable to help herself, Lucia’s eyes streaked over him. She’d touched and tasted every inch of him last night.

“I thought…you weren’t here… gone to work,” she amended so he didn’t think she was some clingy girl. Though, she’d cling to his ears and have him carry her around like a sloth if she had a say in it.