Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555: I See You

She arched into him. Luca’s fingers curled around one breast, squeezing and kneading in his palm.

He found her nipple hardening beneath his touch and tugged gently, drawing it towards him. Vee’s breath caught.

It stole his own. Every damned time. The way she wanted him, even after all these years, after all the things life had thrown between them. She did not merely respond to his body. She answered him.

He called, and she came alive. He coaxed, and she opened. He touched her, and she became wet with anticipation, soft and greedy and trembling in his arms like he was the only language her body understood fluently.

If this was what earth felt like, Luca had no idea why anyone was so desperate to go to heaven.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing unsteady, and lowered his head to her breasts. Then he noticed.

They were changing. It was subtle, but he saw it. He knew every inch of her too well not to. The fullness was different. The darker flush around her nipples. A sign of the life growing inside her, of their child quietly announcing itself through her body.

His wife was carrying his baby again. And this time, by God, this time, the world would have to go through him first.

He kissed around her breast slowly, his mouth moving over the soft curve. Vee shifted beneath him, impatient already.

"Luca..."

"I see you," he murmured.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. He smiled against her skin. He drew her nipple into his mouth. Vee moaned instantly.

Her fingers caught harder in his hair, her body writhing already, hips shifting against him with restless need.

His hands moved everywhere, over her breasts, down her waist, along her hips. Then lower again, in between her thighs. He wanted her lost in him.

She was his. Entirely his. Vee belonged to him because he had given himself back to her in equal ruin. Every good part of him and every unforgivable part too.

And what she deserved was everything beautiful. Everything pure. Everything sweet. Which was unfortunate, really, because she had married him, and Luca Genovese was none of those things.

Still, for her, he would try. God help them both, he would try. He lifted his head and looked up at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes heavy with want.

"Can you handle this?" he asked.

"Yes, love. I want you." She shimmied down, her hand reaching for him and stroking. "Every damn time."

He kissed her again, then turned her carefully so she faced away from him.

When she pushed back against him, he gave a rough little laugh.

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