Chapter 31

Dante

I’d fucking died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for the fact that Camila was naked on her knees in front of me.

Speak her wants and desires.

That’s what I’d told her to do. I hadn’t expected this.

“Men aren’t as complicated as women. It’s not a mystery. Tasting you, listening to your noises, having you naked, and fuck, having you take me out makes me hard. When you touch me, I’ll grow even harder.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “Don’t tell me all the spoilers.”

“Oh, beautiful, those aren’t spoilers. Those are facts.”

She sat up on her knees, bringing her gorgeous face a little lower than my throbbing cock. Camila’s tongue darted to her pink lips in a way that drew my balls tight as slowly, she reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. My cock sprung free, released from the confines of the material.

Camila’s emerald eyes widened as she stared.

“You can touch it.”

She lifted her hands as if she were about to examine a rare ancient artifact.

A laugh bubbled from my chest. “Beautiful, you’re not going to break it.”

She looked up at me through her lashes. “I want to taste you.”

Oh fuck.

The tip of my cock glistened with pre-come at the desire in her voice. If she didn’t do something soon, I’d shoot my load all over her. “I’m all yours.”

Her cheeks rose. “Mine.”

“Fuck yeah, and you’re mine.”

Her hands approached my cock, their proximity caused my rod to go from hard to steel. I bit my lips as she closed her fingers around me and lifted me, her mouth coming closer to my cock. All at once, she lapped the tip. I swear on anything and everything that’s holy, her tongue, only her tongue and I’m ready to explode. That one lick sent seismic aftershocks through my circulation strong enough to knock me off my feet.

Camila opened her lips and took me inside her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took more and bobbed back.

“Fuck, your mouth is heaven.”

She held tight to my thighs as she experimented with how far she could take me. Even her gagging sounds were erotic. The room filled with a pop as she pulled away.

I reached down and lifted her chin. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?” I knew the answer, but the primal beast within me wanted to hear her say the words.

“My first time.”

Camila’s trepidation eased as she went back to work. The room filled with a chorus of her moans, whimpers, and mews combined with my own curses. The curses came more rapidly. “Fuck, Camila. I’m going to come.”

She again surprised me as she stayed on mission.

My restraint was gone as I reached for her head and pumped against her lips. A roar formed deep in my chest as I came, my seed spewing. My wife never stopped, swallowing everything I gave her.

Once we were satisfied, she looked up at me. “I think I did that right.”

I offered her my hand to stand. “Another mystery solved. I came. You did that perfect.”

Pink filled her cheeks. “It’s okay if you can’t…again. I mean, you are old.”

“I’m old?”

Camila shrugged. “Older.”

“Oh, little girl, I’ll show you what I can do.” I could definitely go again. My cock was hardening between us as we stood here. A little more roughly, I captured the back of her neck, forcing her to look up. “Tell me what you want.”

“I’m…I want to try again. Even after coming earlier, sucking you made me…I felt empty, and I want to feel full.”

Stroking her hair, I stared into her gaze. “I don’t deserve you.”

Camila took my hand and tugged me toward the bed.

Following a step behind, I crawled after her, a lion sizing up his prey. Camila giggled when I seized her ankle and pulled her toward me. Kiss by kiss and nip by nip, I worked my way up. Her ankle, her calf, the sensitive skin behind her knee, up her thighs. I couldn’t look her perfect pussy in the eye without one last taste.

Fuck, she was drenched.

I climbed higher, kissing and nipping until we were nose to nose. “I’ll go slow.”

Camila shook her head. “I want you inside me. I can take it.”

My eyes closed as I slid my tip into her cunt. Opening my eyes, I took in her expression. Camila’s eyes twinkled as she nodded. Our stares remained glued to one another’s as I pressed farther into her tight, silken glove. Flexing my hips, I pulled out and thrust in. “You’re good?”

She shook her head. “I’m better than good. I love that we’re so close.”

“I’m not sure closer is possible.” I thrust in, and her back arched. God, she was stunning to watch. The angle of her dainty neck, the way her pert tits with their darkened areolas and hardened nipples pressed against me—they were all works of art. She was a masterpiece of untold value and beauty.

Our bodies followed the same dance, the music in our heads as our heavy breathing and the slap of our skin created the overture. My thrusts came faster as the melody increased, the crescendo growing as the climax approached.

Camila’s pussy quivered and tightened as her fingernails bit into my shoulders, and her lips formed the perfect “o.” I was close. Too close. I pulled out, my come soaking the sheets in long white spurts mixing with the blood and come already present. “We need you to see Catalina’s doctor because pulling myself away from you is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.”

Her satiated smile drew me to her. I fell at her side, wrapping her with my arm and bringing her head to my shoulder. I kissed her hair. She curled her body toward me, her fingers on my chest.

“I didn’t realize how much I would like sex.”

My smile returned. “I’m glad.”

Camila lifted her head. “No, really. I do.” She laid her head back on my shoulder.

“I was sensing that by the noises you made. Oh, and by the way your body convulses as you orgasm.” I lifted her chin, bringing her swollen pink lips to mine. “Your dad warned me about your wild streak.”

She cuddled closer. “I told you. We’re married. You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re not wild, Camila. You’re made perfect for me.” I took a breath. “I wasn’t a big fan of the alliance in the beginning.”

“You weren’t?”

I shook my head. “Catalina convinced me more than any of Jorge’s lieutenants or soldiers. But now, I’m so fucking grateful for the alliance. Without it, I’d never have met you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” For the first time in days or weeks, my mind was clear. No matter what happened with the cartel or with the famiglia, the woman in my arms was mine.

Mine to protect.

Mine to love.

Mine to die for.

Camila’s voice dripped with sleepiness. “Do you think the cartel will be all right?” She yawned. “I’m worried. That helicopter was brazen. Why would the bratva do that?”

As my wife drifted to sleep, her question repeated in my thoughts. The answer was so close. I just couldn’t see it. Closing my eyes, I fought sleep as I replayed everything that had happened over the last few days.

There was something that Camila said.

Brazen.

Why would the bratva be brazen?

They wouldn’t.

Someone who wanted the cartel to appear weak would.

Fuck, I needed to call Aléjandro.