Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

61 - Meaningless

Warning : A suicidal scene in this chapter

There they stood, staring at one another in a thick silence. Thicker than thick. A humongous tension. Neither of them could control their hearts that were thumping rapidly through their chests. Teresa's hands grew sweaty as she looked into his eyes. They seemed even more crazed than before.

Both in a world of euphoria just by the sight of one another. Aching for each other.

"Luc-" Her eyes closed shut instantly as his lips crashed to hers with a force of hungry passion. Impatience. Need and desire.

She allowed herself to sink into the kiss, fireworks exploding in her head as it reminded her of all their kisses. She remembered how his lips tasted. Like whiskey and sometimes it had flavor from the chap stick that would transfer from her lips to his but all she tasted was Luciano.

The contact caused flashbacks, one by one of painful memories she tried so hard to bury, but resurfaced. In a hurry, she was hoisted from the ground, being reminded of how strong he was and she reached up to slide her hands through his hair.

It was longer than before, still soft between her fingers. No gel like usual. The dark brown shade her children had.

He kicked the door and seconds later, they crashed onto the bed, Luciano's body pressed against her as her thighs trapped him between her legs. Both couldn't wait another second to feel the warmth of one another's bare body. Feel it against them, underneath their fingertips. Aching, a powerful ache.

Her shirt came off swiftly as was his and her hands were placed on his back, not being able to keep them from roaming everywhere as they slid down his shoulders, down his chest. He had less abs before but she was sure it was because he was getting older and his abs were his least priority, but he was still fit. Still muscular, of course that would never go away.

His chest pressed against her breasts, Teresa sighing between their parted kisses. How much he missed her body. Craved it. Longed for it. Needed it.

Teresa moaned as his impatient lips found her neck, Luciano remembering just how it sounded. Her moan didn't change, still beautiful, still her. Familiarly melodious it was. All her moans were high and breathy. "Oh!" She screamed as suddenly he had filled her body with his inches, her nails dragging down his back, her own arching, his hand pressed against it, keeping the gap closed between them. He didn't want any inch of a gap between the two. Teresa's eyes closed, feeling the short stroke of his body moving against her causing her great pleasure.

He wanted to feel her completely.

Even as his breaths ragged as he once felt her again, he still couldn't abandon her lips and he captured them with his own once more.

She began to bruise his back with claw marks but he didn't care, he loved it. She was always wild, but when she loved, she loved with complete chaos and that made it even better.

He closed his eyes feeling the wetness of her tongue flat against his, her remarkably soft lips that moved so effortlessly, perfectly with him in many directions, with different levels of intensity, with an excessive degree of rapaciousness. He reflected that hunger with his own ravenous kisses.

He remembered the way her thighs enclosed his waist and his hands slid down, softly, remembering every detail of how they felt. His tiny touches of her flawless skin allowed Teresa to remember what his touch felt like. She always loved when he touched her even the smallest touch sent her on edge. Rough or gentle, she didn't care.

Her breath catches as he threaded his finger through one of her hands, placing it above her head and her leg raised on their own accord, placing the end on his lower body.