"The Mafia Boss and His Angel"
Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be.
Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything...
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Touch like licks of fiery flames, burning like hot coals. Thousands of tiny ants rushing across my skin. Nevertheless that's nothing compared to the fire he just started in my heart and probably nothing could put it out.
It was him who would burn, his spark would turn into fire. So why was I the one who felt like only dust was left of me? And it's not that I didn't want it. I wanted it. I longed to burn up and be reborn from the ashes. Wasn't that what I was striving for, after it was completely destroyed? Rebirth, like a phoenix.
His rough fingertips moved away from my skin, leaving an unwanted cold behind.
"I hope it's important." A low snarl woke me from sleepiness. Lorenzo had a cell phone to his ear. I felt his muscles tense with every word the person on the other side said.
"I'm waiting." He ended the call.
He threw the phone on the bedside shelf, for a moment departing with his thoughts. As I lay snuggled against his chest, I heard a quickened heart against his ribs with the intensity of a jackhammer.
His hand returned to circulation over my bare thigh skin. Which resulted in a return of the pleasant warmth spreading over my body.
"Marcelo will be here in an hour. We have to get dressed." The hoarse voice broke the silence that was only drowned out by the raindrops reflecting on the glass.
I don't even know when it started raining. Lorenzo successfully distracted me from reality. Sometimes I think it was too easy for him.
In the bedroom you could feel the pleasant clean air flowing in through the open window. Taking a deep breath, I felt this intense scent of purified air after a storm, especially after a long period of drought. There was also a scent of sex with a hint of musk and olive.
"You say in an hour." I whispered as my finger traced the iron muscles of the sex god's chest.
I wanted to keep this moment. It is surprising how much you can fear the future, perhaps not so much of it as the unwanted information it may bring. Warm lips pressed against mine and our tongues began to dance lazily.
"Let's not waste more time." He gasped into my mouth, covering me with his strong body. With one quick thrust he entered me, and a loud moan escaped my lips that was lost in his lovely mouth.
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The door burst open and Marcelo burst into the lounge in his impeccable clothes. I was standing at the kitchen counter and pouring water into a glass. His gaze lingered on me, measuring me with that dark gaze of his. I raised one eyebrow, letting him know what were he staring at.
