Page 89 of Veiled Amor

Lucia’s fear was he would put on the brakes permanently once he knew everything. Or maybe he wouldn’t, and she was worrying over nothing. Either way, she wanted the truth between them. No secrets. She hated secrets.

“Soon though?”

He nodded, skimming kisses to her neck.

She could wait until he was ready to talk about her marriage. For him to want her despite the obstacles in their way. If he wanted her, despite knowing of her marriage to his brother, that had to mean his feelings were true. And they were deep.

Lucia was in love. Deep in love with a man she thought impossible to have. Yet here they were, in bed together, feeling his heartbeat reverberating against her chest.

Eyes so midnight black robbed her of thought, leaving behind a sluggish want warming her limbs. “You washed me off your body.” He stated. Was that a manly scowl?

Lucia chuckled a little. “Did you want me smelling of you all day?”

“Sí. No problem, I can fix that.”

“Oh?” Her pulse galloped to twice the regular speed. “How do you plan to do that?”

His smirk was dirty. Deliciously so. “Guess.”

It didn’t take Lucia a second to know what he had planned, and she purred into his lips.

With each kiss he lavished on her, she tasted sex in the air. Passionate flames licked over her skin as he went about making her crazy with small touches, commanding,owningtouches. There was something she loved very much about watching his hands move reverently across her body.

She was wet and swollen, dying for him, and when his fingers slipped between her thighs, prying her sex open, she shuddered all over. Capone revealed the juices she was almost dripping, and he groaned, bringing his mouth to her throat. “For me?”

“Always,” she breathed, lightheaded. “Are you…ughn, that feels good, Giancarlo.” She buckled as his mouth sucked hard around a nipple. “Are you going to stay home from work today? I could call in sick for you.” She chuckled when he grunted and sucked again.

Their gazes locked. Capone’s was heated.

Lucia felt her bones melting under his scrutiny before he smirked and snatched her mouth in a slow takeover, leaving her breathless when they parted. “Not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked my woman a few more times. I can never make up for the time lost.” She heard his agony and clutched his face, peppering him all over with kisses. “but I can try.”

“We don’t need a post mortem. The past is the past and we’re here now. We will talk, clear out all the cobwebs so we can be open with each other.”

He frowned so deeply that she had to laugh, and pressed a small kiss on his mouth, “it won’t hurt, I promise. And if it does, I’ll kiss it better.”

“You’ll give me a fucking blowjob.” He growled, making her cheeks flame and her sex pulse. God, yes. She would heal any of his hurts by sucking on him for as long as he needed.

“Deal.”

“And what can I give you? If our talk hurts you.”

Lucia smiled, nuzzling her face over his stubble. He sent her pulse skyrocketing. The answer came easy. “You already gave me what I needed. You gave us a chance.”

He cursed in Spanish and took her mouth again. This time, he didn’t stop. Not even when he tugged off the towel and rolled Lucia beneath him, or spread her legs so he could drop his mouth and devour her alive.

Her screams bounced off the walls when he crawled up her body and fucked her with a single-minded determination. In no time at all, Lucia was close and clawing at his forearms, begging. “Please, Giancarlo. I need to come. It’s too much.It’s too much.” She chanted, with hardly any air in her burning lungs.

He went slow and careful, digging deeper with each shove, and he took her over, completely obliterated Lucia until the orgasm flashed through her skin and bones and fused her to him forever.

It felt like a biblical fuck. Life altering.

It was only with her returning mind as the pleasure waned that she helped him to reach his climax, and he pulled free of her body, ripped off the condom, and sprayed over her belly and thighs.

It was dirty and erotic.

Capone grunted through it as he watched his pleasure drip all over her. Unable to look away, his gravitational pull was too powerful. She’d live in his eyes if she could, burrow into his skin and be content to roam around his heart.

There was no obsession like an unrequited love that became requited, so when she reached down and stroked his come over her skin until it dried, she did it, knowing she fucking loved this man and wanted to show how much she adored him.