Page 72 of Kidnapped By the Mafia

He kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping past my lips to claim mine in a slow, sensual dance. His hands roam over my body, exploring, savoring, as if he wants to memorize every curve, every line.

I can feel the heat between us building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, and I know we’re both on the edge of something deeper, something more profound.

“Lucas,” I gasp, breaking away from the kiss to catch my breath. My hands slide down his back, feeling the taut muscles ripple beneath my touch. “I need you in me.”

He growls low in his throat, a sound that sends a delicious thrill through me. “Then take me,” he murmurs, his lips moving against the sensitive skin of my neck. His words are both a command and a plea, and I feel a rush of desire flood through me.

I shift beneath him, rolling us again so that I’m on top, straddling his hips. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze darkens with lust and something deeper, something that mirrors the intensity of my own emotions.

I lean down, brushing my lips over his in a teasing kiss, and he groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me over him.

I take him in slowly, savoring the way he fills me, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside me. We both moan at the sensation, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

“You feel incredible,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect… always so perfect.”

I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm that has both of us gasping. His hands guide my hips, matching my movements with a controlled intensity that makes my toes curl.

I lean back, my hands resting on his chest for balance, and I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palms, echoing the frantic beat of my own.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his voice strained but full of admiration. “God, you’re amazing.”

I pick up the pace, rolling my hips in a way that makes him groan, his head tipping back against the blanket. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, his jaw clenching with the effort to hold back.

I can feel the tension building inside me, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust, every grind of our bodies together.

“Lucas,” I gasp, my voice breaking with need. “I’m so close.”

His eyes snap open, blazing with a mix of desire and determination. “Come on,” he urges, his hands sliding up my sides, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just beneath my breasts. “Let go. I want to feel you come.”

I grind down hard, finding that perfect angle, and I feel myself shatter, pleasure crashing over me in waves that leave me breathless, trembling. I cry out his name, my body clenching around him, and I feel him tense beneath me, his control slipping.

Before I can fully come down from the high, he moves us again, his hands gripping my thighs as he flips me onto my back. He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath—he’s over me in an instant, thrusting into me with a new urgency that sends shockwaves through my oversensitive body.

“Lucas,” I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he drives into me, deep and hard, each thrust more desperate than the last.

“I need you,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I need all of you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, until I feel like I’m going to unravel all over again.

“I’m right here,” I manage to whisper, my body arching up to meet his. “Always right here.”

His thrusts become erratic, his breathing heavy, and I know he’s close. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he groans my name, and I feel him shudder above me as he finds his release, spilling into me with a force that sends me over the edge again.

We collapse together, our bodies still intertwined, our chests heaving with the effort to catch our breath.

The sun warms our skin, the gentle breeze cooling the sweat that clings to us, and for a moment, we just lie there, wrapped up in each other, feeling the steady beat of our hearts slow back to a calm, even rhythm.

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me in a protective, comforting embrace. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the deep, steady thump of his heartbeat, and a sense of peace settles over me.

“This,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of my head, “this is everything.”

I smile, my eyes drifting shut as I press a kiss to his skin. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice filled with quiet contentment. “It really is.”

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LUCAS

We find Sophia still sitting with Jake and Peter, her tiny hands delicately hovering over the chess pieces, her eyes darting between them with an intensity that belies her young age.

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