She was in heaven. A heaven created by his ever perfect lips.
One strong arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, and the other was attached strongly to the back of her head, keeping it in place against the pressure of his lips.
She was the best thing he had ever tasted, and he could spend all night doing this.
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Minutes before that...
He slid into the water and soap-filled bathtub and took a sigh as he allowed the warm, relaxing feeling of the water to ease his mind and the headache that was threatening to rage.
Closing his eyes made things worse. A lot of things kept running across his mind, making his head throb.
Coming to LA in a rush wasn't the best of ideas. He left a mountain load of important work back in New York... Work he should have done three months ago if he hadn't been shot at the port.
His hand slid to the stitched-up wound below his ribcage and couldn't help imagining the chaos that would ensue if he hadn't made it out alive.
He ran his hand through his hair for the thousandth time.
If not for the safety of his family, he would have long left this hectic life behind and begun a completely new one.
"Are you okay?" he looked up lazily to see Anaya standing by the bathroom door wearing a short maroon-colored satin nightwear with a net-like robe.
She was breathtaking. Why exactly had he not yet felt the full wonders of her body?
His member shot up instantly at the thought of her on his bed, fully naked... 'Fuck! What the heck is this woman doing to me to make me lust over her like a horny teenager' he asked himself with a cuss.
"Need something?" he asked huskily.
She closed the door and leaned on it."No. Just needed company".
He chuckled. "Do I look like the kind of person to keep someone company?"
Her lips pursed into a thin line, but it faded as soon as she saw the exhaustion in his features.
"Are you sure you're okay, you look very tired"
"Today didn't go well. I received some news I didn't like and to top it off, had to push my exhaustion to the back of my head so I could go to your friend's place tonight" he shrugged.
A guilty hue immediately tainted her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how tired you were... Let me make it up to you"
He was about to ask what she meant by that, but before he could say anything, she was seated on a bathroom stool, just behind his head.
"What are you doing?" "Keep quiet and watch!" she snapped and gently pulled his head onto her lap.
His hair was dripping wet, but she didn't mind. She took the bottle of lavender oil on his sink and poured a few drops of it into her palms which she used on his head.
She moved back and forth gently until she had covered his entire scalp, then she began rubbing around his temples and playing with his hair. And with each second, he felt more and more relaxed.
When she slowed down, a current sparked in her once his hands touched hers.
"Don't stop, love. You have magic hands. I could remain here with you doing this for as long as I can" he rasped.
A small smile played across her lips while she continued.
Her eyes sneakily streamed down his body, to the point where it disappeared into the water.
A blush crept on her cheeks as she realized that he was completely naked underneath the water.
If she had been in her right senses that day in her bedroom, she might have caught a glimpse of him fully.
"Isa called" she informed. He frowned. He had been too busy to even call her since they left.
"How is she?" "When she called, she sounded like she was crying" He removed his head from her laps and faced her.
"Why, what happened?" he asked worriedly, "I couldn't make out exactly what she was saying, but she was saying something about your mum saying some things to her and leaving the house... Anyway, I invited her to LA to clear her mind"
He pinched his nose bridge and hissed.
"Give me my towel and my clothes on the hanger there" he ordered and pointed towards a clothe hanger by the mirror.
She gave him what he asked of, "I'll give you space to dress" but before she stood up, he held her down. He took each leg and gently wiped the remnant water off her flawless legs, then set them down just as gently.
Once she was gone, he wiped his body, got dressed and left the bathroom to see her standing by a small framed picture on his table.
It was one of him and his dad. "You look so much like your dad" she commented, feeling his towering press above her.
He did, and that was why it stung so much when he saw his reflection. There were too many memories attached to his looks. Memories he wish he could forget.
He took the photo from her hand and laid it face down on the table.
"I heard he was a very tough man". Don chuckled humorlessly and sat at the edge of his bed.
" 'Tough' is an understatement. He was strong, so full of life, very huge too. If you saw him, no matter how confident you may be, you would cower before him. But despite all that intimidating persona, he loved me and my siblings, my mum too even though she didn't deserve it" he said with a hint of sadness.
"After he died, I and my siblings felt all alone, with no one to rely on. The shipping business and mafia kingdom was gradually going into the mud, the responsiblity of me and my siblings was all on me, and my mum didn't even care. She had already left for her fashion career the instant my dad was too sick to stand from his bed. That was when I knew how strong my dad was.
I was eighteen then when I saw the entire world he had built crumble after his death. I had to take over the mafia dealings and the family's business, and also raise my younger ones... alone. It was all too much for me, and sometimes I wished I could have faked my death and ran away to start a new life. But if there was anything that kept me going, it was what my dad had always told me; "TAce, the mafia world is a cruel and crazy world. And if you want to be powerful, to have everyone under you, then you must NEVER HAVE ROOM FOR ANY KIND OF EMOTIONS. EMOTIONS WILL ONLY WEIGH YOU DOWN AND EITHER GET YOU KILLED, OR WEAKEN YOU"
She could feel the pain in his voice as he told her about it. She could only imagine so much responsibilities and pressure on someone so young.
"No wonder Isa looks up to you so much" she smiled, hoping that would cheer him up a bit. She had observed how much he actually loved Isabella even though he acted cold towards her sometimes.
"I couldn't give Isa the kind of affection she wanted. I always thought that if someone saw how much I actually cared for her, some evil people could use her as my weakness someday" he replied,
"That was why I gave Michael the task of being the big brother she has always wanted. It's at least heart warming to see how happy he makes her"
She sat behind him and threw her arms over his shoulder, hugging him from behind.
"You make her even happier, Don". He turned and arched an eyebrow upwards. She realized her mistake and corrected herself. "Ace" he nodded.
"Isa looks up to you as one of her heroes. The way she describes you can make even your most hated enemies love you in a heartbeat. She is grateful for how you've taken care of her and still are, and trust me when I say she knows very well how much you love".
He threaded his fingers through hers and pulled them up to her lips. Leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles.
"No wonder you've never failed a mission. If you keep talking to me like that, it wouldn't take long for me to fall head-over-heels in love with you" he choked and cupped her already flustered face.
His eyes moved from one eye, to the other, to her lips, and back to her eye.
They were so close that his breath was brushing against her lips, and searing through her skin
She was gradually losing control of herself, and it would only be a matter of time before her self control would snap.
And even though she was fully aware of what was going on in her body, she couldn't bring herself to do something. She couldn't even think of doing anything, for fear that it would ruin the moment.
He leaned closer, his lips practically brushing hers. He could already feel her sweet essence on his lips.
He unconsciously licked his lips, and with no more hesitation, closed his eyes, leaned closer until their lips were locked in a strong bond.
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He moved his, sucking on her ever soft lips, tasting what he had desired since the last time he had kissed her.
He effortlessly, pulled her unto his laps and faced her towards him were he continued kissing her.
She was also active, moving and nibbling whenever she could, as if his lips would disappear after that moment.
He grunted when she bit his lips, but she soothed it with a slow swat of her tongue, as though she were trying to wipe how he tasted off it.