Page 53 of Veiled Amor

Didn’t he think she felt like shit too?

But he didn’t know everything, and too much time had passed to explain. It wasn’t as though she could slip it into the conversation and make everything right.

She wanted Giancarlo until she felt sick about it.

Heartsick. It was a real disease. She’d lived without medication for years. Now he was drip-feeding small bits of her drug and making her worse by not giving her everything she craved.

That same hand stroked between her legs, his fingers found her sex from the back, and swear to Jesus, Lucia went blind as she jolted on top of him.

Capone grunted and wiggled his fingers until he was stroking her slit from top to bottom, plying only the smallest pressure to her outer sex. And wow, all the stars in the sky exploded into colors.

Dropping her head, she breathed in his scent.

“Don’t you want me to mess with you,nena? Make all this hurt go away, huh?”

She’d lived on a diet of their one shared sexual experience. Talk about being undernourished. Lucia was downright famished and pathetically willing to accept scraps.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good? Remember how good I made it for you. You’re so fucking wet already,nena.” Up and down, he stroked her until he was circling her clit and Lucia’s back felt as though it might snap in half. “If that’s not what you want, tell me to stop.”

She’d bite her fucking tongue off first.

“Please.”

He growled, and there was no more toying when he pushed two long fingers deep inside her and crooked them in a certain way, which meant those exploding stars were now detonating planets.

“Oh,God.” She cried into his throat, shaking from head to toe.

She was ridiculously wet. Hearing how wet each time he pushed his fingers inside her. She’d missed this feeling of every atom of her body being alive. If she tried, she could resent Capone for being the only man to make her feel this way, but there was little room in her mind when he was tapping a fingertip against her clit. Maddeningly slow, torturously gentle. “You’re teasing me.” She whined, girlie-like.

His fingers plunged inside again, and her cry came unbidden, bouncing off every wall.

She’d sacrifice many things, so he’d go on teasing her.

“Lucia.Amor.” She thought she heard him murmur, but his mouth was on hers, and his tongue wrapped around her tongue, and all thoughts fell from her mind.

The kiss notched a level of desire. She tasted his need.

“Crawl higher,” he growled. Lucia didn’t need to be told twice as she scooted up his body until she straddled Capone’s belly. Her head fell forward, bracketing him in blonde hair as she searched for his mouth. Found it, moaned because his hand was back between her legs, tormenting her wetness until she felt mad with want.

It was the beginning of the end when she started panting and humping his stomach. The fingers worked her over as skilful as she’d ever brought herself to climax. It was even better because it came like a wave, starting at her toes, coming… coming…coming. It was a full-body experience as she cried into Capone’s mouth. He’d found the place inside her walls, and through her climax, Capone strummed his two fingers against the ridge until Lucia submitted with every bone and muscle, succumbing to his will.

She laid heavily on top of Capone once he’d removed his hand from between her legs. And already she felt empty. But he scraped that same hand along the length of her spine until he cupped around her nape. He squeezed, holding her steady, and for whatever reason, maybe her inner submissive slut had awoken, but she melted deeper into him, taking one long inhale.

She was too sleepy to translate the words he was murmuring against her hair. His voice was roughened, and his hand rougher too, and both lulled her eyes into closing again.

“Let me do something for you,” she whispered, feeling bold.

She’d felt how solid he was when she’d slithered up his body.

“Shhh,amor.”

Amor. Love.

Her heart belted like a runaway horse. Had she been standing, her jelly legs would have gone out from underneath her over Capone calling herlove.

Minutes went by. Her pulse returned to normal with only a slight hiccup when his hand skated up to her neck again. He didn’t ask for anything in return, and rather than being paranoid about it, she curled into his chest, warm and satisfied. But self-preservation made her slip to his side not long after that.

She heard him sigh, but he stayed on his back, slinging an arm across his eyes.

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