Page 41 of Beautiful Vows

“Why?” Then realization dawns. “Dominic told me it was to protect me because my identity was known,” she says.

“It was because I couldn’t keep you a secret forever. I had to make a move. Antonio made sure Jove contacted you in Las Vegas to cover your eyes with sunglasses and a hat in Mexico.”

“Antonio was on board at that point?” she asks.

“He was, but then when he saw the way the other leaders and worse Ricardo looked at you, he wanted it to stop.”

“I suppose that was my fault for going to the Bianchi party when I was younger.”

I shake my head. “Ricardo never had a clue who you were. He just wanted to be in your panties.”

Pure surprise coats her eyes before a massive smile curves on her beautiful face. “I want you in my panties. I’m sure my hormones are increasing.”

I eagerly remove her bikini top, relishing the sensation of her soft skin beneath my hands, a contrast to how taut and erect her nipples feel as I squeeze them with my palms.

“You want me to touch you, baby?” I ask with a hunger that consumes me. “Like this?”

The sound of her soft mewling fills the air, her eyes lost in a hazy daze as she melts into me. Her chest rises and falls with each light whimper.

“Goddamn, baby,” I growl. “You don’t know how much power you have over me.”

"Do I?" She's so fucking perfect, she doesn't know what she could make me do.

My hand glides down to her stomach, tracing the place my babies are growing before slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini and dragging the fabric down her legs.

I inhale, taking in the smell of her sun lotion, but nothing smells like her arousal. She’s strawberry and ice-cream, so fucking sweet that my teeth ache.

My hands slide back up her legs and when I touch between her thighs, a deep groan escapes me.

“You’re aching for this.” I breathe against her ear as I slide my thumb over her pulsating core.

"Yes," she moans.

Me too.

I kiss her lips as I slide two fingers through her wet heat. Loving how much she pulsates around me. How her back arches to meet my touch.

“Please?”

“I can feel how much you’re ready for me.”

I’m no different. She’s throbbing, writhing against me, and my cock is so hard it feels like an iron bar.

Another moan departs her lips as her eyelids flutter and close. “I really need to come.”

Not yet.

My fingers slip away from her as I jump off the bed and shrug off my clothes until I’m only in my boxer shorts.

She nods, urging me on.

I chuckle as I peel down my boxers to reveal my solid erection. Her eyes are on my dick, taking me in as I do to her while licking her lips.

Wrapping my fist around my length, I stroke while gazing down at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

She arches her back on the bed, hands curled around the sheets, desperate for me to fuck her. And to be honest, it takes all of my willpower not to thrust my cock into her right now.

But when I continue pumping my dick, Lia pouts, which makes me chuckle, and I lean down to pepper kisses on her cheek, face, and her lips. “Patience.”

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