Capone sat on the edge of the bed, smoking. When he was agitated, he smoked almost without restraint, and soon the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.
In quiet moments, he often recalled Penny's words—that he was the one who had set the chain of events in motion leading to Sophia's predicament. Regret didn't change the facts, no matter how much he felt it.
Regret? He had rarely experienced it throughout his life, but this time he couldn't quite put his feelings into words.
Sophia was taking a long time in the bathroom. Capone extinguished his cigarette and walked to the bathroom. He didn't knock; when he turned the handle, he found the door unlocked, and there she was, sleeping with her head resting on the edge of the bathtub.
She had been avoiding him as much as possible these past few days. During the day, he let it slide, but at night, he would pull her to his bed, and she was always reluctant, spending long hours in the bathroom.
He frowned, already irritated and now more agitated. She had wrapped her hair in a thick towel, leaving only her delicate face exposed against the bathtub's edge. Her lips were slightly parted, her expression a mix of vulnerability and shyness, a sight that tugged at him as he approached.
His gaze fell on her rounded shoulders just above the water, then to her defined collarbones, and the soft, white curves beneath the water. He noticed her long legs and the softly visible area between them.
The water had cooled to a lukewarm temperature. She seemed oblivious to the chill, with a large towel draped over her abdomen. If left alone, she might sleep in the cold water until morning.
Capone lifted her out of the tub, drying her off roughly with a towel before placing her on the bed. Her expression was somewhat strained; her eyes remained closed, though her pupils moved slightly. Capone could tell she was awake.
She didn't want to face him or talk to him, so she tried to hide, even pretending to be asleep.
Capone didn't call her out. Instead, he undressed, wearing nothing but his intense body heat as he pressed against her. His strong legs pinned her slender ones, one arm wrapped around her body, the other cradling her head, his fingers gently winding through her hair. His lips began with soft kisses, gradually exploring her lips with his tongue, tracing the delicate shape of her mouth.
That kind of wet heat and urgency, more so than the usual kisses, penetrated inside her body with intense desire.
He couldn't believe that she wouldn't even wake up like this.
Sure enough, Sophia still couldn't resist such passion. Having just soaked in the bathtub's warm water for a while, her body had long been a bit stiff and cold, and as soon as she woke up to Capone's fiery entanglement, she couldn't help but shiver slightly, and a muffled hum escaped her throat.
"Awake?" He teasingly hung his head to look at her, seeing a moment of bewilderment the moment she opened her eyes, and couldn't help but find the way she looked now adorable, going down to kiss her eyelids again.
Sophia, as usual, did not look away from him, these days he has seen the most is this look she can not avoid.
But he also always had a way of making her throw in the towel and drop this pretense of calm. "It takes so long to take a shower, huh? Let me smell it, it sure smells appetizing!"
He deliberately brought his nose up to sniff up and down her white naked body, his starry eyes half-closed, enjoying himself like a beast that had sniffed a delicious prey, and his hand unruly traced along the curves of her body.
His palms and fingertips were calloused, stroking her delicate skin, roughly rubbing against it, always eliciting a subtle shiver.
Sophia reached out to push him, but he wrapped his arms around her more tightly, almost taking her whole body into his own, his head crouching down to bury itself in the nape of her neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin of her most sensitive neck, creating a strawberry red mark that at first glance resembled the teeth marks of a wild animal biting the neck off its prey.
After his kisses crossed her shoulder collarbone, he couldn't help but become more frenzied, his palms pushing and squeezing the two pudding-like snow-white and lovely lumps, seeing the scars from the cigarette burns two days ago, he heartbreakingly imprinted his lips on them and asked her if it hurt before carefully circling around and kissing the snowy skin around them, hating it and wanting to devour it in general until the tip of one of the side of the peaks was sucked into his mouth.
Capone was like a child eating candy, carefully but greedily savoring the soft, sweet taste, his lips sucking on it, and without looking, he knew the color must be bright red, like a fresh, tender berry, almost dripping with water. But when he touched his teeth, he couldn't help but bite it, but he didn't dare to exert himself at all, as if he was afraid that she would be in pain, caressing and swirling with the tip of his tongue, feeling this candy between his lips and teeth swell a little bit more and more, and Sophia escaped with a voice as delicate as water.
"Is it comfortable?" He raised his eyes slightly and switched to one side of the fruit to taste, the side he let go of was indeed a bright, bright red color, full of a layer of moisture infused.
"Don't ..." Sophia is still resisting, but his hand has already slid along the curve into that fragrant place, the pistil heart is slightly open, his long and strong fingers in the entrance gently dipped a hand of wet and slippery.
"Don't Sophy, you're so wet ... don't resist me, relax a little!"
His long fingers easily penetrated deep into the peach source, the entrance was tightly turned, but the inside was open, the slippery inner wall as if it was alive lively around, he also gave a low gasp, his fingers and in and out, a little bit of not living up to the enthusiasm of her body.
Sophia couldn't stand his deep and shallow teasing, his fingers were nimble and strong, but they just opened up a bigger void that needed to be filled, and with longing flowing out from the depths of her body, her body arched up in a beautiful curve, no longer in a huddled position.
"Want it?"
He laughed, and his fingers started faster and faster, as if they had a will of their own, incredibly flexible and with excellent rhythm control.
There are always some switches in the body, once touched, the reaction is particularly large, her body he has been extremely familiar with, without much effort to grope that point, the roughness of the fingertips swirled, gently pressed, Sophia screamed the voice has changed the tone of her voice, her body flooded with pink color, but soft and fluffy, like a melted strawberry ice cream.
Knowing the time was almost right, he withdrew his fingers and sank his waist down, truly becoming one with her.
Originally such a moment is the most intense stimulation of the senses, Capone can not help but comfortable sigh, but Sophia just bit her lips tightly to endure the pleasure of the body, people still in his arms, but the eyes never look at him.
Capone moved slightly, the hardest part of his body seemingly determined to stir up a vortex that could consume her, but she just closed her eyes as if she had made up her mind not to give him any response.
"What the hell is going on?" Capone leaned in and kissed her, pecking at her pretty lips, "I've already punished penny and zoey, they didn't watch out for you, and when something like this happens, no one wants to see it! You've grieved enough and made a scene, what are you still worried about, say it, don't sulk!"
He didn't say it, Sophia's body froze, especially when he mentioned penny's name, it was as if he touched a switch in her heart, reminding her of an extremely embarrassing experience cable.
Capone also felt out of line, he shouldn't have brought up penny's name at this time, after all, their previous relationship was still at that level even if it wasn't good, it was exactly what this girl minded. The switch in her body he seemed to be able to control, but the switch in her heart was completely out of his reach. He was a bit at a loss, at this point, it seemed like he had done all he could do, he didn't know what else to do.
Seeing that Sophia had tears seeping out of her eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head and sucked them off, when she cried she couldn't take it back, the tears would keep pouring out like an inexhaustible spring.
A girl is the flesh and blood of water, this saying is really true.