Page 14 of Lourdes & the Mafia
He smiles.
“Then where the fuck am I?”
He leans down so close I can taste the temptation on his breath. “Amore, you’re in the Underworld.”
Lorenzo
“TheUnderworld?!”Hervoicecomes out as a squeak of desperation and disbelief.
And I’ve never heard anything hotter for some reason. Fear has never turned me on before, but I find myself wanting to comfort her through it.
And then fuck her.
Besides, she has no reason to fear when I’m scarier than any demon she could ever come across.
And I’ve no plans to ever harm her.
“What the fuck am I doing in the Underworld?! Oh, Dios. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead.” Her head starts thrashing from side to side as her panic attack starts coming with full force.
I will have none of that.
My body presses down against her curves. My thighs straddle her wide waist, and I lower myself more until I’m breathing in her scent.
Marigolds? Is that what that is?
It makes me fucking feral.
My dick grows in my pants, and her hitch of breath and the way her plump lips part lets me knows she felt it.
“You’re not dead,” I reassure her, whispering across her mouth.
She takes a breath. Her brown eyes are wide with fear and unshed tears.
My hand grips her chin, tilting it up, and the other grabs her hip in a deadly grip she can’t escape from.
“In fact,” I tell her, “you’re right where you’re meant to be.” And then I lean down and press my mouth to hers once again.
The shock of the action has her gasping, but it only ensures her mouth opens wider against mine. I take advantage of her confusion, letting my tongue slip into her mouth. I’ve tasted her once before, and yet somehow this time is so much better. She tastes divine, like a blinding light that peeks out from between black clouds to hint at life and hope beyond the horizon. The kind that brings comfort and reminds me of a place I’ll never see.
A place I never dare to utter.
A savage part of me is awakened. I groan into her mouth, my body becoming feverish and suddenly frantic with wanting more. I grind my dick against her pussy, wishing that nothing was between us at all. To feel her heat against mine, to wet myself against her slick folds and plunge into her, ravish her until she’s crying out my name.
While I am a gentleman and averted my eyes as best as I could while I dressed her earlier, I could still smell every inch of her. Just like I can smell her now. Her arousal is as consuming as a field of flowers. It’s sharp and delicious, and I want nothing more than to dive down lower and dip my tongue beneath that silk number I so carefully placed her in.
The glory I would taste…
I lower myself to do just that when a blinding pain suddenly hits me in the groin.
“Oh,fuck.”
The breath leaves me as I roll off her. My hands automatically go to grip my dick. The pain relinquishes any desire I’d felt moments before, and I’m left wheezing with stars dancing behind my eyes.
“Hold on a minute there, buddy!” the woman shrieks. She hops off the bed, putting as much distance between us as she can. I’m only half-looking at her. Her hands are pressed to her cheeks, and she looks embarrassed. And I’m gasping in pain. “These lips and this area are closed for business!” She gestures wildly at her body. “Besides, you can’t just go kissing strangers! ¿Pero quien mierda te crees? You can’t just…dothat!”
Sending my magic to heal my own agony, I slide from the bed once the relief settles and prowl towards her. I’m sure I look menacing, and yet all I feel inside is a deep sense of amusement. She squeaks as I come near, flattening her back against the wall like she wishes it would consume her through the matter.
When I’m in front of her, I place either hand on the sides of the wall, caging her frame in between my arms.
