Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
His eyes were like two black coals.
"I’m not talking about the words, Alessia," he murmured, "I know how to fuck. I’ve been wanting to do that to you since the second I saw you in that black gown tonight. But 'making love'?"
He leaned in closer, his scent washing over me, mixing with my vanilla oil. He looked at me with a heavy stare that made me feel like he was reading my soul.
"To make love, Alessia... both people have to be in love," he said, his thumb brushing over my red lips, smudging the color just a little. "Are you sure that's the word you want to use?"