Page 42 of Sins of the Father
Hesitantly, she leaned forward, her lips parting. The first touch of her tongue to the sensitive tip made him groan, a rough, gratifying sound. Emboldened, she took him into her mouth, learning his shape and taste, which was clean and uniquelyhim. His hands fisted in the duvet as she moved, tentative at first, then with more confidence as his low, encouraging murmurs guided her. The power was intoxicating; this formidable man was at the mercy of her mouth, his control fraying at the edges for her.
After a few minutes, he gently pulled her away. “Enough,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “Now, it’s my turn.”
She reached for him—fingers brushing over the crisp linen of his shirt, clumsy at first, then bolder. He allowed it, then shrugged free of his jacket, stripping himself down with efficient grace. His body, lean and honed like a weapon, gleamed bronze in the candlelight. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and laid her in the center of the bed. Then he was over her, a magnificent, tattooed god of muscle and intent. He kissed a blazing trail down her throat, over her collarbone, until his mouth closed over one taut nipple. She cried out, her back arching as he laved and suckled, the sensation almost too intense to bear.
He moved lower, his hands hooking in the waistband of her last garment, drawing it down her legs along with her stockings. Now, she was completely bare to him. He settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing her legs wider. She trembled, exposed and vulnerable.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his breath warm against her inner thigh. “Let me taste my wife’s pussy. Let me learn what makes you sing.”
And then his mouth was on her.
The first touch of his tongue was an electric shock of pure pleasure. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. He was not rushed. He was an explorer, a connoisseur, learning every fold and sensitive spot with agonizing slowness. He licked and suckled, his tongue circling the tight, desperate bud of her clit until she was writhing beneath him, mindless with a need she’d never known.
“Luc,” she begged, the word a broken plea.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through her system. He slid a finger, then two, inside her, stretching her as his mouth continued its devastating work. The dual sensation, the fullness and the flicking of his tongue, built a pressure deep within her, coiling tighter and tighter. Then those fingers moved, deep in and then out, filling her with pained bliss. Mia grew wetter and her entire body flushed with each thrust of his fingers. When Luc slipped in a third finger, she screamed, arching her sex more onto his mouth. He sucked her clit harder, and with a sharp cry, her world shattered into a million bright shards of light. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her boneless and gasping.
Before she could even come down, his mouth was on her again, gentler now, coaxing her through the aftershocks and straight into another climb. This time, the orgasm was deeper, a rolling, endless tide of sensation that left her sobbing his name.
Luc moved up her body, his weight a comforting anchor. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, an intimacy more profound than anything she had ever known.
“Are you ready for me,mia colombina?” he asked, his voice thick with restraint.
Mia could only nod, wrapping her arms around his neck. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock a firm pressure. He watched her face, his eyes holding hers as he pushed slowly, inexorably, through the barrier of her innocence. There was a sharp pinch and Mia flinched, groaning. He stilled instantly, kissing her eyelids, her temples, whispering endearments until her body relaxed around him. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a feeling of incredible fullness, of being utterly possessed.
Then he began to move. A slow, deep rhythm that sank her into the mattress and filled her with pleasure and pain. The duality of the sensations felt as if they were pulling her apart. With each thrust, he whispered hot, wicked promises against her skin about how he would worship her pussy for the entire night. Mia became a creature of carnality.
With every thrust, she felt not only her body yielding to him, but something deeper—her heart slipping past defenses she had sworn to keep.This is madness,her mind screamed, even as ecstasy fractured through her. Pleasure tore her apart, leaving her trembling, clutching his shoulders with such desperate force her nails would etch themselves into his skin, branding him as much as he branded her. He groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her, and she cried out, clutching him to her as another release washed over her, leaving Mia spent and trembling.
In the hush of the aftermath, as he drew her close and her ear pressed to the steady drum of his heart, Mia knew. Foolish or not, her own heart was tilting dangerously toward him. She could fall in love with Luc Valachi—and that would be the deadliest mistake of all.
A few hours later,Mia was on the verge of sobbing from exhaustion. Her husband was insatiable even as she delighted in how much he craved her. His touch was everywhere—her shoulders, her arms, the dip of her spine—each stroke sending shockwaves of sensation. His kisses grew deeper, hungrier, until she thought she might drown in them.
He flipped her onto her belly, and she luxuriated against cool sheets that contrasted with the fire racing through her veins. Luc braced himself above her, his strength and heat coming down her body from behind.
“I want every part of you,” he murmured, his kiss brushing her shoulders as he used his knees to widen her thighs.
Mia’s breath tangled in her throat. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid of surrender. He traced her cheek with the back of his knuckles, his touch achingly tender for a man who ruled with such ruthless power. “Say my name,” he murmured.
“Luc…”
“Not the name everyone uses, my proper name. The name only those close, and only those that are mine use.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ear. She felt saying the word would seal his claim of her, seal her fate with him. Yet, “Luciano…” slid from her lips. It left her like a prayer.
He arched her neck, and Mia yielded, turning her mouth to meet his in a hungry kiss. His mouth was hot, demanding, and she moaned. When his tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, she gasped, a helpless sound that only spurred him.
“You are truly mine now,” he said, the words low, possessive, but there was a rasp of awe beneath them.
His mouth moved lower to the curve of her shoulders, going down her spine. Each kiss seared her, each lick of his tongue igniting trails of fire over her skin. She arched her ass against him, her body betraying a hunger she didn’t know she carried.
Mia almost expired from shock when he went down her body and licked her pussy from behind, eating her with carnal greed.
Oh God, when did I start thinking so crudely?
Mia cried out, clutching at the sheet as pleasure shot through her like lightning. He tormented her with his tongue, suckling until her body quaked, until her thighs pressed together in frantic need. She shattered. The sensation was blinding, sharp and unbearably sweet. He licked and kissed her with ruthless patience, drinking down her cries, teasing her until her ass arched violently against his mouth.
He climbed her body, heavy and unyielding, and then thrust forward, filling her.
