Love? Had she fallen in love with him?
Such a beautiful word, one she had longed for and anticipated countless times. But in this moment, Sophia couldn't even bring herself to contemplate its meaning. How could he have come to such a terrifying conclusion?
"I haven't, you're talking nonsense... I haven't fallen in love with you!" Sophia instinctively denied it.
He had already lifted the blanket and laid down beside her, his body's warmth pressed closely against her, his embrace solid and unyielding.
There was no distance left between them, their bodies intimately intertwined, but she had never associated this kind of closeness with love!
Weren't they just discussing the overpowering scent of alcohol and perfume on him? How had the conversation suddenly shifted to whether she loved him?
It seemed Capone had expected her denial, but he didn't push the issue, nor did he stop his movements.
He unbuttoned her pajamas, tugging hard so that most of her shoulder and soft skin were exposed. His fingers brushed against her smooth, pale skin, and his lips, still lingering on hers, moved with increasing intensity as her breathing grew as labored as his. Then, he shifted his attention to her collarbone and shoulder.
Her winter pajamas were long-sleeved and made of soft cotton in a plain gray color, slightly oversized on her, and as they slipped down to her arms, they exuded a sense of lazy looseness.
He loved that feeling. His hand slipped beneath the fabric to press firmly on her lower back, holding her tightly, refusing to remove her clothes.
There was a faint trace of dampness between her breasts, and his kisses had already reached there, lingering greedily.
Her skin was cool and smooth like jade but radiated warmth and vitality. He could hear her heartbeat, as if it was pulsating just beneath her nearly translucent skin, beating with fiery intensity.
"You're drunk... Let go... I want to sleep!" Sophia had never realized how sensitive this area of her body was. Perhaps it was because it was so close to her heart. His long, engrossed kisses made her heart race even faster, sending heat coursing through her veins until it became unbearable.
"I'm not drunk!" He sounded displeased, as if wanting to prove something. He tilted his head slightly and took one of her hardened peaks into his mouth.
Unlike his usual possessive, fierce demeanor, his tongue was gentle and tender, swirling around until the tender bud became fully erect. Only then did he suck heavily, almost distorting the soft flesh beneath it.
"Mm… it hurts…" Sophia could no longer suppress her moans. Until now, she had kept her head raised and her lips bitten, enduring it and unwilling to make any sounds that might make someone blush.
Even though he always managed to make her scream until her throat went hoarse.
"Let it out, Sophy… let it out!" He wanted her response, even if it was just to hear her voice.
He had indeed drunk quite a lot today, but he wasn't drunk—he was even more alert than usual. He wanted her, wanted to enter her body as fiercely as before, to savor her sweetness and fill her with his own desires.
He had initially thought it would be enough to relieve himself quickly and forcefully, to enjoy and then release. But the moment he touched her, everything changed; he just wanted to prolong the process indefinitely, giving her all his tenderness and affection, making sure she experienced pleasure just as he did.
He pressed her into the bed, lifted her hips, and removed the last bit of clothing from her body. Her panties were already soaked with evidence of her arousal, incredibly slick. Capone slid a finger in with almost no resistance, and then her sensual, warm flesh enveloped his finger tightly.
If his fingers could breathe, they would surely be suffocated by this soft and passionate embrace.
He moved his finger slowly. She could never withstand the roughness of his fingertips, nor could she endure the addition of another finger. The fragrant, smooth liquid seemed to flow from the deepest part of her body, continuously streaming onto his fingers and into his palm, yet he remained focused on kissing her.
It wasn't until he felt her body trembling slightly, as if it couldn't take any more, that he withdrew his fingers. A teasing silver strand lingered in the air, as if her body was reluctant to let him go. It seemed that only at this moment did her body honestly reveal its reluctance.
Capone's body was throbbing with pain, and he forcefully thrust into her, merging with her. Even though he had given her enough time to become wet, the sensation of his long, thick shaft filling her up completely instantly caused Sophia to frown in discomfort. The trembling moans escaped her involuntarily, uncontrollable, each sound laced with sensuality, attempting to restrain herself but becoming more and more passionate.
"Sophia Diaz! Sophy… is it good, hmm?" He called her name, thrusting deeper with each movement, growing faster and faster.
He looked into her dazed eyes as if trying to see into the depths of her soul. He just didn't understand what magic this girl had, making it impossible to stop!
"Slow down, you… slow down!" Sophia arched her back to hit him, but her movements were weak and powerless. In reality, she couldn't muster any strength, her body as pliant as dough, being kneaded and flattened by him.
Having drunk, he was more indulgent than usual, but he didn't seem drunk. Although he was using her to release himself, he was even gentler and more patient than usual.
"What's wrong… what's wrong with you?" She gasped for breath, her words coming out in fragments.
"I drank, a whole bottle of Black Label…" He moved on top of her, sweat dripping onto her chest, merging with the fine beads of sweat on her skin. "But I'm not drunk; it's Lucas who's drunk!"
Sophia froze. He was indeed at the port again?
So, the woman he met in the afternoon was indeed his wife, Lucca?
"Why aren't you happy even though you won?" They had been drinking, was it for the Nishiyama land?
Win? He couldn't tell her that her two brothers were willing to trade a high-tech zone development project with Lucas for the Nishiyama land on the island, and then use that land to exchange for her freedom. They would no longer be his stepmother Catherine's allies in contesting his father's inheritance. In fact, they would soon release their holdings in IDGM capital, giving him the chance to increase his shares and become the largest shareholder of IDGM.
But with this, he had no reason to keep her anymore.
Capone shook his head, smiling charmingly. He reached the deepest part of her and gave a gentle twist. "Who says I'm not happy? Can't you feel it? I'm incredibly excited!"
Sophia felt his twist send electric shocks through her body. The tingling sensation started from the most hidden depths and rapidly spread to her limbs, making her toes curl involuntarily.
Indeed, she had no doubt about his excitement, even more intense than usual, but he still hadn't said why!
Also, his question about whether she loved and cared for him was too unusual.
She thought someone like him wouldn't care about emotions and love, living like a lone wolf, needing no one else's concern!
Her bright eyes were filled with confusion as Capone kissed her and withdrew slightly from her tightness. "How do you know Lucas's wife? What did you two talk about in the supermarket?"
Here it comes again!
"I told you, you wouldn't believe it, so why ask?" she responded.
He gave a deep thrust, filling her again. "It's better if you don't know her; I'll just consider it a coincidence!"
If it weren't for that foolish woman who was obsessively following Lucas, they wouldn't have discovered he was at the port, secretly contacting various parties for the land on the island.
But when he saw Lucca, who came to pick up Lucas, being cruelly insulted by her husband in the parking lot, he thought that if it were him and Sophia, he would never say such things to hurt her.
He was shocked by his own thoughts. Lucca loved Lucas, but he wasn't even sure if Sophia loved him, yet he was already focused on protecting her!
Capone spread her legs wide, bending her right leg towards her chest while letting the left one stretch out and rest on his shoulder. Sophia's body was flexible, and this position allowed her to fully open up without being too uncomfortable.
"Mm… ah… ah…" Sophia was already struggling to keep up. His speed was too fast, like waves crashing one after another, pushing her to the peak of the waves, her body and mind swaying, feeling a bit panicked, her hands gripping the sheets above her head.
She couldn't even notice her own posture, just hoping that the biggest wave would come soon, whether it drowned her or saved her.
"Mm… ah… you… mm…" She had known the waves would come, but she didn't expect them to be so overwhelming. She cried out uncontrollably, gripping the sheets tightly as her body arched into a beautiful curve.
It was too hot—his body heat, his firmness deep inside her, and the scorching heat at this moment made her tremble!
Capone also reached the peak of his pleasure, tilting his head and groaning, his breathing taking a while to steady. The question he most wanted to ask remained unspoken because he was sure it wouldn't be the answer he wanted.
If he were to send her home now, she would probably raise her arms in triumph, right? No reluctance, no lingering attachment…