68 | a lovely night
HIS LIPS MET mine in a rush. I gasped for breath but he didn't let me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
His hand trailed down my body as I withered by his touch. I wanted him. No, I needed him and he knew, but the sweet bastard in him was taking his time.
"I would do anything for you," he mumbled quietly before pulling my lower lip in between his teeth.
I nodded just to get him going. I didn't need talking right now. Moaning, I gripped his hair and slammed my lips back onto his.
His chest vibrated as he chuckled softly. "You've become feisty, love."
"You've become soft," I retorted.
His lips trailed down my neck, sucking on a my pulse for a lasting effect. I yelped.
"No, I'm actually quite hard," he said.
"You know what I mean." I couldn't even hear my own voice. The husky undertone was not me.
"That's very high of you to think," he said.
I chuckled. He was throwing my own words back at me. "Is it, Your Highness?"
He hummed in response before clasping my hands with his and locking them over my head. His lips sucked on my skin sharply, inciting a sting before soothing it with his tongue.
My husband shifted over and left open mouthed kisses trailing down my body. I arched my back when he sucked on the tender skin under my navel. I tried to pull my hands out of his hold but he didn't let me. I wanted to grip his hair and pull him lower where I needed him the most.
And he knew but he found teasing me more flattering. "Patience is a virtue, bambola," he said.
"The hell with your patience," I mumbled in annoyance. He was teasing me since the past half hour.
And then he bit my stomach. I shrieked.
"Impatience will only bring you nothing but regret. Patience, on the other hand, is always sweet at the end," he said.
I was about to tell him to shut up when I heard the ripping of my panties.
I gasped. "You are getting me a new pair of those, Antonio."
He answered by kissing the corner of my knees. He held down my thighs and pressed open mouthed kisses on my inner thigh, building up the tension in my body. I squeezed his head in between my legs. The tingling sensation within my stomach kept increasing and I could feel sweat forming at the nape of my neck.
"H-Hurry up." It came out more like an order.
He hummed, but made no move to touch me where I wanted him to. He took his sweet time.
I gave up, falling limp in his arms. Maybe that would manipulate him to start going faster but he caught on and chuckled. My core pulsed as his lips vibrated against it.
"That won't work on me. I know you too well."
I shrieked when he pushed his tongue inside me. He gripped my thighs tightly and spread them apart to give him more access. I arched my back as he hit deep. I was already sensitive from before. He hadn't touched me in a week and I had missed him.
I was on the brink of letting lose when he moved back and pinched my clit playfully, making me pout.
"I would've prolonged this longer but I haven't touched we haven't been together in days," he said, unbuckling his belt.
His eyes lingered on my hard nipples as I unclipped my bra and threw it somewhere in our room.
"You are so beautiful," he mumbled.
I blinked in surprise. He never praised me much but whenever he did, he meant it. The intensity is his eyes made me quiver in anticipation. I needed him, not just physically but also emotionally. I was getting attached. No, I was already attached. Realization dawned on me and I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek as fear enveloped me. What if I lose him? What if something goes wrong? What if our family breaks? We didn't even have enough memories together, but would there ever be enough memories with him?
"What's wrong?" He sat up.
I grasped his hand tightly and pulled him down. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I held him tight to me chest. His breath fanned my neck as he awkwardly held himself up to keep himself from crushing me. I didn't care. What if this was our last hug?
There weren't many times that I had cried in front of someone. I felt weak whenever I did. I believed it as a weakness but today I felt no shame because this man that was here with me right now was becoming my everything, and I was letting it happen without a doubt. I didn't know if I could ever gather the courage to fall in love with him knowing that the chances of him reciprocating were very low, but I was willing to give my all. I didn't want to lose him.
"You didn't answer me, bambola," he mumbled.
"I don't want to f-fuck," I whispered instead, cringing at the swear word.
He pulled back and glanced at me with furrowed brows. "Are you in pain?" he questioned, moving to get off.
I shook my head as I held his arm. "I want to make love?" It sounded more like a question. I was questioning my mob boss of a husband to make love to me.
His lips parted in surprise. I waited for his reaction. Although we were good with each other, this was a far stretch.
He cupped my cheek softly. "You don't have to ask., Francesca. A wife holds rights over her husband as does the husband. "
I smiled a toothed grin as the wetness in my eyes made my vision blurry. I was thankful that he didn't question me further on why I was crying. It was nice of him to give me space. Soon, I was taken into a heart warming kiss as his lips molded into mine softly. I ran my hands lightly on his naked back, tracing bumpy scars with my nails. He shuddered and pulled back before taking his pants off with his boxers. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he hunched over me, trapping me under his warm body.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his back as he slowly pushed himself in, touching his forehead with mine.
"Look at me please," he requested.
My eyes snapped open in surprise. He had ordered me before but never requested.
My husband's eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world. He thrusted into me slowly yet still precisely. There was no pain of pleasure this time. There was just us living the moment because we would never know when we would be ready to face it again and I didn't have the courage to ever ask him again of making love to me. I searched the depth of his piercing gaze in his dark eyes and I found peace. He may be a cold blooded murder but he was my solace. He was my home.
I gasped as I let go of the building tension in my stomach. He kissed my lips and I was hooked to his touch.
His body shuddered as he spasmed in me and I deepened the kiss in return. He was all I needed. I was selfish that I no longer cared about how horrible he was to others because losing him now made me want to lose my faith on fate.
He didn't look at me as he pulled out but I didn't feel hurt. He was going no where. He was mine to cherish. Only mine. I wasn't going to let him go.
My husband, however, did not let me sleep as I had intended to do. He picked up my frail body and carried me to washroom.
"I heard it's good to use the washroom after ma- having sex," he said, turning on the tap of the bathtub. "I'll wait outside."
I nodded as he put me down. Antonio was a quiet man but this time he was quieter than usual. Had I ruined his mood by asking him to make love to me? I didn't want to be the person he did not find solace in. I was his life partner. I was someone he should be happy with, not gloomed up.
But I chose to stay silent and not bring it up. If he needed space then that was what I would give.
That night, I slept with my hand wrapped around his waist and my head laying lightly on his chest as I listened to his heart thumping, knowing fully well that he was awake.
"Would you ever leave me?" he asked out of the blue.
I tried to sit up but he placed his hand on my head. I stiffened when I felt his heart beat got a rate higher.
"Would I have a choice?" I asked back.
"If you would?"
I swallowed, choosing my next words carefully. "Depends, Antonio. Would you ever do something that you know would cause me pain?"
He instantly answered. "Physically, no...never. Emotionally, I haven't seen the future."
I pursued my lips. "How can you be so sure that you won't cause me physical pain in the future?"
His heart rate returned back to normal. "I have smacked a few women when they got out of line and even killed many. That's no secret, but I cannot have you hurt."
"Why?" I asked.
His heart rate missed a beat again. "I think we should sleep."
I didn't pester him for more. Whatever it was, he needed to deal with it on his own.
"Good night, bambola," he said, closing his eyesight
I smiled. "Good night, Antonio."