Page 93 of Veiled Amor

Holding her around the neck, he watched her eyes widen into two pools of hotness. Was she turned on by thinking of his dick going in her raw? Fuck. He felt the pulse in his balls. The only woman he’d ever fucked that way was Lucia, but that had been in the heat of the moment. He’d lost his head and all sense of decency. Capone wanted to do it right this time, to talk about it first as though he was a decent man and not an animal holding onto his reason.

When she spoke, her tone was syrup and wound around him like vines. “Not have any diseases,” she half-smiled, still tracing the ink over one shoulder. “And be only mine, no other women.”

A frustrated growl came from his throat because she damn well knew there were no other women. He should spank her little ass for that. “There’s no one else. Only wanna fuck you.” The other part he could answer easily too. “I got fully tested for an annual physical six weeks ago; I was clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. The only woman I’ve not used protection with is you.”

She enjoyed hearing that because he watched as color filled her cheeks and her eyes drooped to half-mast. She leaned her forehead into his chest with a moan, and Capone fingered into the back of her hair. He thought she was hesitant, and he couldn’t blame her. Because he was rushing ahead a thousand miles didn’t mean Lucia was ready for that kind of commitment. “It’s okay,nena, we can wait for that; I’ll use condoms.”

“No, I want that too, to have nothing between us. I...” she started, “I enjoyed feeling all of you, Giancarlo.” The shiver she gave nearly did him in.

Again, another rush of heat threatened to take Capone’s knees out from under him. He remembered how good it felt to fuck her without a rubber—the times he’d spilled inside her, and all over her body, like a possessed prick aching to own her, if only for those few illicit hours. Cupping her face so she’d look at him, he asked, “you on birth control?”

She shook her head, “I never had a reason to. I can get on it, though.”

“I’ll take you to my doctor this week; until then, I will suit up.”

“Suit up, like a proper gentleman,” she giggled as he swooped in to taste her again, but her laughter soon changed to whimpers. “Fucking love the moaning noises you make,” he shared. Her raw, starved expression knocked all civility out of him as he grabbed her ass and rubbed himself between her spread thighs; knowing how easily he could get her off like this, his woman loved friction. Now he couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around his dick until she dripped her pleasure.

Couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.

The thought of it and all his memories pushing into his mind had him trembling.

“Don’t let me force you to move faster than you’re ready to,sí? I’m all in with this. That doesn’t mean you want to go at my speed. You speak up and tell me, and we talk about it.”

“Gi. I was all in even before you knew I was all in. I promise you won’t rush me, it’ll be me who goes too fast because I’m excited, and you’ll probably hide from me,” she smiled teasingly.

Not possible.

Now he had let those feelings in, and there was no getting rid of him. He was already feeling possessive of her when some of the old ladies made noise about getting to know Lucia. He wanted her all to himself.

The moment their eyes locked, they burst into flames, the want so easily mirrored in her gaze. It made sense that his skin crackled; she affected him in ways that felt brand-fucking-new.

Too long since he’d tasted her, he crushed her lips and found them soft and giving under his.

“Stop me,” he groaned like a man on death row. Her mouth was open and ruling his as she dove inside and found his tongue. Her hands went wild, clawing him up, taking his arousal to the next level. “Lucia, stop me.”

“Never. I want you inside me now,” she breathed, biting him with sinful teeth.

This woman.Hiswoman was a match for Capone in every aspect. He hadn’t been living, not entirely. And now he wanted to gulp her in. A man so starved he slaked his thirst by dragging his tongue over her exposed throat, feeling how hard her pulse leaped.

“I… Oh, god. That feels good, Gi. You’re not going too fast for me, I want everything, and I wanted it ten minutes ago.”

More shared kisses, each one hungrier than the last. She was so wet he saw the damp spot when he looked between them, where his thumb rode over the seam of her shorts. Capone felt unmoored in his skin, like he could morph into a dark bastard at any second. His dream woman in front of him, after climbing out of his bed, was doing a number on his usual hardcore control.

Who the fuck was he kidding? He had zero control here.

“Beautiful girl,” he said between kisses, rolling his hands under the shirt to cup her breasts. Lucia quivered, and it only intensified his deviant thoughts of painting her in his pleasure.

“Inside me,” she whined, bumping into him with her soft pussy. He was nearly blinded with need. Their teeth mashed together, he sucked hard on her tongue, breathing heavily into her mouth while she scratched to get him closer. “Gi. Please. I hurt all over needing you.”

His head fucking blew apart.

Some long-dormant part of him woke with a growl of satisfaction, urging Capone to fuck her so good she’d feel it next week.

“Nena.” He grunted, holding her hips, letting her rock on his stomach. He couldn’t help it when he drove up and pushed his cock between her legs, where he ached to be. “Calm down, gotta grab a rubber from the other room.”

“Fuck me, please. Just fuck me a little first, let me feel you, you’ll stop before you come, I know you will.” Damn. She had more faith in him than Capone had in himself. If he got his bare cock in her, there was no coming back from that until he spilled in ropes deep inside. “It hurts without you inside me.”

Jesus fucking hell, his perfect woman was downright insatiable.

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