Page 124 of Veiled Amor

Lucia smiled, melting against his warmth when he put a knee over her legs, and then a hand went around the front of her neck.

She was pulsing hot now for other reasons. Her pussy quivered with need.

The roped muscles held her in place.

And when she heard him grunt after minutes of silence, sure he’d fallen asleep, her legs were suddenly wrenched open, and she felt the tip of his erection as he guided the broad crown to her entrance.

God, yes.Yes. Lucia moaned into her pillow, dipping her back as he plunged his nine inches of perfect cock into her mercilessly before stalling once he hit the bottom of her.

Pleasure bombs went off in her brain.

Their shared arousal was indescribably good.

So good.

Capone turned her head, capturing her mouth in a bruising, lovely kiss, shunting his hips forward to fill her once more.

On and on, he moved, eating the moans directly from her throat.

And all the noise they made until dawn was the ragged moans of love.

THIRTY-THREE

“Don’t mess with my amor’s claws.” - Capone

Fucking all night long rejuvenated a man more than any drug could.

Capone should be tired as hell, having only slept two hours, but he felt good.

Being happy came as a relief.

Once he got out of his head and realized the good he had.

He had Lucia.

Finally.

All his.

He wouldn’t waste a second more.

Kicking his feet up on the lip of the balcony, Armado Springs waking up down below, he watched the sky as he heard the gentle whooshing of the balcony door opening, he cocked his head to the side to see a perfect sight. Lucia was standing in his t-shirt with wild hair around her shoulders.

Her mouth was kiss swollen and there was a small bite bruise on her neck.

If he looked beneath his t-shirt, let his fingers feel her down there, he’d bet her little pussy was fuck-swollen too.

He hadn’t gone easy on her. At all.

“Do you want company?” She asked tentatively, as if she had no clue how severely she owned him. Lucia was the deed holder to his soul.

His tongue felt thick in his mouth with all the love he felt for her, so when she frowned, he knew he’d taken too long to respond. “I guess not.” She turned.

“Lucia, get out here.”

She came with a smile, and he pulled her down onto his lap where she curled up like an eager puppy, wriggling over his crotch, bringing that beast back to life, though she’d rung him dry all night.

“Are you still mad?”

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