Page 80 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

Unlike the earlier passion, now I wanted to savor the moment. These last few hours before dawn. Tomorrow, I’d leave them all behind.

I lifted on my toes and reached for his lips. Those sinful lips that could send my body into flames. Those lips that could send my heart to fluttering heights and shatter it into pieces. I grazed my teeth across his lower lip, brushing my tongue right behind.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, conquering like he always had. He didn’t need to conquer what was already his, but I couldn’t tell him those words. Instead, I would show him. I pressed my soft body against his hard one. My hands wrapped around the nape of his head, my fingers tangling into his thick dark hair.

“Wife,” he murmured against my lips, both of our breathing labored. “What are you doing to me?”

He had on jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. He must have pulled them on when he went searching for me. Or maybe he had some business to take care of. It didn’t matter.

Pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, I let it fall soundlessly onto the floor and his magnificent chest on full display. I pressed a kiss to his lips and closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him, committing it to memory. His heart jackhammered under my touch, matching my own pulse.

Nobody before him ever compared. And there would be nobody after him - ever. I trailed my lips over his tanned olive skin, down his neck. My hands reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with it and his jean buttons, eager to get rid of his clothes. Soon his pants followed the pile of clothes discarded on the floor. I continued the trail down his chiseled abs.

He might have been forty, much older than me, but nobody could deny Luciano had a body of a god. I nudged him backwards. With each step he took, I took a step forward till we were against the bed.

“Sit down,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper.

I lowered myself down on my knees, hitting the plush of the carpet. Nudging in between his spread knees, I vowed to myself tonight I’d bring him to his knees.My parting gift,I thought slightly bitter.

My husband’s grip moved to my neck, gently squeezing, reflecting his dominance and possession over me. I didn’t care. Truth of the matter was I belonged to him. I’d admit it to myself.

I licked my lips, my heart thundered hard against my chest, threatening to explode. Tonight would be our last night. I kept my eyes on his as I leaned in, taking the head of his cock between my lips, his taste on my tongue a familiarity I missed.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hand fisted into my hair as I circled the head of his cock with my tongue. His legs spread wider to make more room for me and I broke our eye contact to lick him from base to tip, resulting in another tortured groan from him.

Luciano might own me but I owned him too. I circled the head of his cock again and again, flicking my tongue at the clear pre-cum that beaded on the tip, humming my approval. He tasted delicious.

My eyes raised to meet his hazel, possessive gaze again. I ran my tongue around the head before sucking all of him into my mouth, taking him deep down my throat.

His head fell back. “That’s it, my love.” Heat bloomed between my legs at his praise, the wetness slicking my thighs at seeing him at my mercy.

My breasts rubbed against his thighs, the thin shirt material in the way although sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him hard, gliding in and out. The way he tasted was my aphrodisiac. The ache between my legs pulsed with the need for him, but I ignored it.

His hand grabbed onto a fistful of my hair and moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, deep into my mouth. Our eyes never wavered from each other, he watched me with a half-lidded gaze. He pushed himself deep into my throat, and I moaned with his cock inside my mouth.

With a groan, he pulled me away from him.

“Naked. Now.” His demand was a grunt, his voice hoarse. I stood up and slipped his shirt off and my panties followed. I stood naked in front of him. “Get on the bed,” he hissed, while his gaze burned hot on me.

A soft chuckle left me, despite my heart that hurt in my chest. “This seems like déjà vu.”

Even before I finished my statement, I followed his order, climbing over the bed, my butt at full display when his palm connected with my butt cheek.Smack!

“Hey,” I protested, but there was no heat to it. I glanced at him over my shoulder and wiggled my butt at him.Smack.

Damn it, I fucking liked it.

His palms ran up my legs, the roughness of his hands felt good against my soft skin. The anticipation made my stomach tighten, my body greedy for more of him. His thumbs lingered close to my ass, pressing into my inner thigh and I slightly parted them, pushing into his touch. I was wet for him, the trickle of my arousal trailing down. I felt his thumb smear it against my skin, igniting a spark in the pit of my stomach.

In a sudden movement, he flipped me onto my back, my head hitting the pillows, my hair spreading across it. The heat in his gaze was raw, unadulterated. My pulse raced in anticipation. He crawled over me, then yanked me closer by the back of my neck until my chest was against his.

“You are mine, Grace,” he growled into my ear. “You’ve been mine from the moment you took your first breath. And you’ll be mine when you take your last breath.”

And then he nipped my neck, marking me. My initial whimper turned into a moan as his mouth tracked down my body, licking, kissing, nibbling, and setting off fireworks all throughout my body.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and my back arched off the bed. Sparks ignited through my veins, the flames igniting and spreading like wildfire.

“Luciano,” I breathed, his name a raspy whisper on my lips.

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