Page 64 of The Sicilian Bastard
"Give it to me, Araceli. I can't hang on any longer, you feel too fucking good," he panted in my ear. Sweat dropped off his eyelash and hit me in the face.
I came on a gasp and then let out a scream, as wave after wave of my orgasm rolled into me. Luciano didn't stop thrusting. He kept pounding into me, over and over, until he swelled inside me. His cock felt like it grew two sizes. Then his hips stuttered. He choked and gasped and moaned his orgasm against my throat. My knees dug into his sides and went limp when he ripped the cuffs off my wrists and ankles. I went flat like a starfish and just basked in the afterglow. Luciano gathered my noodle limbs against his chest and tucked my head under his chin. He moved my hair out of my face, uncaring of the sweat sticking to my skin. We lay in silence.
"So, we're engaged, yeah?" I wanted to hear the words on my tongue.
"Yeah, you're mine,mia fiore."I could hear the happiness in his voice, in the rumble of his words as I laid my head closer to his heartbeat.
"What does that mean? I've never asked you."
"It means my flower." I was shocked when Luciano said it. I tried to lift my head so I could look into his eyes, but he wouldn't let me up. He kept his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to stay there in that position. He was embarrassed. I could understand that.
"Do you think anyone turned off the food that was burning?" I blurted after the silence stretched. He didn't say anything for a little while. Then his chest started shaking. I lifted my head and saw the mirth dancing in his eyes.
"The compound is probably burning down as we speak." Then we both lost it and started laughing. We laughed and laughed, letting out all the bad feelings that had built up over time while dealing with the cartel. We laughed, and I felt like everything was going to be okay. We were fine. We would persevere. I had him, and he had me. We were like a fucked-up Bonnie and Clyde. No one would get between us, though. Not even death. I snuggled closer to Luciano and sighed, breathing in his essence. Everything felt perfect, and that was scary. I'd never had perfect before. I knew he hadn't, either. We were two fucked up peas in a really cracked pod. No matter how damaged we were, though, we had each other. I kissed him right above his heart. He squeezed my ass so hard, I worried I would lose some fat in it. I licked his chest. It was salty from his sweat. He smacked my ass. I knew he was obsessed about it.
"Don't rile me up again, woman. I'm recovering," he joked. I opened my mouth to say something bratty when my belly started gurgling. Luciano motioned for us to get up. We slowly got dressed, grinning at each other like loons. Yeah, we were going to be just fine.
