Page 81 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

Then he lowered himself down my body, positioning himself between my spread thighs and buried his face between my legs, then shoved his tongue deep inside me. My back arched off the sheets and I cried out, while my fingers fisted the sheets. My body shuddered under the heat of his tongue and a rush of pleasure flooded me.

He made a low hum, like he was enjoying the best cognac or dessert. It vibrated through every single inch of me. Both his hands pushed under my ass and he lifted my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he fucked me with his tongue. It was as if he needed me on his tongue, something reverent in the way he was devouring me.

“Oh. My. God.” I moaned, digging my hands into his thick, dark hair, his name slipping from my lips as his tongue swirled over my clit before sucking. “Luciano,” I breathed. “More. Oh, God. Please.”

His deep noises as he devoured me drove me crazy with lust. I peeled my eyes open and met his smoldering gaze, burning me with his own heat. He watched me as he lapped me steadily, fingering me faster and harder, until I was wanton putty under his touch.

In and out. In and out. Loud moans echoed through the silence of the night, as I rocked my hips against his face shamelessly. His one hand reached up and pinched my swollen clit, then immediately brushed his tongue over it.

“Fuck.” Pleasure rippled through me, my core shaking as my husband continued lapping at me hungrily, making soft noises of approval.

He continued sucking on my clit, then pushed his finger inside me as his other hand reached up my body and pinched one of my nipples. It was too much; it wasn’t enough. His stubble scratched my inner thighs, his teeth grazing over my clit and a scream clawed its way out of my throat as an orgasm rippled through me.

I writhed against his mouth as raw pleasure shook my body and small sobs of relief rang in our bedroom. The pulsing, throbbing need for him was still here. He rose to his knees, his chin wet from my juices.

His mouth took mine in a hard, possessive kiss, our tongues tangling, as I tasted myself on his lips.

“I need you inside me,” I pleaded against his lips, opening my legs wider.

His eyes flared with heat. His body covered mine, making my skin burn for him. He kissed my neck as he braced his hands on either side of my head. My hands slid down his back, his muscles hard under my fingertips. There were so many words on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to tell him I loved him; I craved him.

“I need you,” I begged, my body pushing up, as he positioned himself at my entrance. He stroked his cock up and down my slit, nudging forward. My fingers trailed down to his abs then snaked around his back, as my lips sought out his mouth.

In one forceful thrust, he filled me to the hilt, burying himself deep inside me. His mouth swallowed my scream, and then he started to fuck me hard, driving deep, his hips working like pistons. His grunts of pleasure matched mine, my body opened to him, letting him lay claim. I loved feeling him inside me, like fitting a last piece of the puzzle.

His weight on me comforting, he fucked hard, dominating me, breaking me with each thrust. I surrendered my body, heart, and soul to him. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his unique, masculine scent, committing it to memory for all the lonely nights that would come.

I was so close, his shuddering grunts told me he was close too.

“I love you, Grace,” he groaned hoarsely, and it sent me tumbling over the edge, my body convulsing around him and at the same time my heart leapt into the clouds recognizing his words. The pleasure consumed every fiber of me as I bucked underneath him, as I sucked hard on the pulse pounding in the side of his neck.

He didn’t falter, but kept thrusting hard through my clenching pussy as the orgasm shook me to my core. My head was spinning, my heart was breaking, and my body was crashing.

“My wife. My life,” he rasped and he shuddered, his final thrust deep before he stilled and spilled inside me. His breathing ragged, his chest rose and fell with each breath, and I listened to his breathing as everything around us stilled.

My hands wrapped around him, holding on to him for the last time. Tears prickling behind my closed eyelids, and I didn’t dare to move, or risk breaking down into a full blown sobbing.

Three years ago, I told my husband I loved him. He sent me away.

Today he gave me those same words. And I would run away.

Chapter Twenty-One

Luciano

“How is it going with your wife?” Cassio questioned me. After getting his shipment back yesterday and our dinner, we all went our own ways. We had legitimate businesses to run, and not so legitimate ones. More importantly, I wanted to work on my marriage to Grace as well as getting a security detail to keep her protected from Marco King and her family.

My eyes have been locked on the view outside my window where Grace played with Matteo and Ella in the pool. She didn’t know I was back home. Her carefree laugh carried through the open window, and I watched her hold Matteo by his waist, teaching him to swim.

My father, Matteo and Grace spent yesterday afternoon at the beach. When they got back, they both decided it was time for Matteo to learn how to swim. Hence today, Grace, Ella, and my father dedicated all their day to swimming lessons.

“You are doing it,” her happy voice carried through the breeze, amidst the water splashing. “Good job, baby.”

“Sì, Matteo. Good job.” My father commended him as he watched the entire scene with a smile on his lips. Since Grace came back, he had been rejuvenated. He spent every waking moment with them. I wanted to spend every waking moment with them too, but there was so much shit happening right now.

Grace wore a white two piece bathing suit, in the old-fashioned style. It wasn’t revealing, but it made her look hot as fuck. I thought back to two nights ago and our ride back home. There was no resentment in her eyes after our desperate rumble in the car. But unlike in the past, she retreated. Once we came back from our high, she cleaned herself up and sat back into her seat. I could sense the invisible walls she immediately raised around herself. Same happened when I brought her home and then again last night after we put Matteo to bed.

But I could be patient.I will be patient. She would be worth every minute of waiting. When we finally got back home that night I beat down Ian at the club, I took my wife to my bed. Correction, our bed. She slept in our bed, in my arms. Reluctantly, but she did. The next morning, she was gone even before I woke up. Same happened after our last night’s tangle between the sheets. This morning I woke up to an empty bed.

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