"Mmm…" She struggled, but couldn't form a complete word. The taste of blood in her mouth hadn't faded, leaving her unsure if it was his or hers.
He did bite her too, though not as fiercely as she had. He was heavy-handed, as if trying to swallow her full lips. When she struggled, he bit her back, invading her mouth at the moment she cried out in pain, sweeping over her small tongue, pressing into the depths of her mouth with a stubbornness like a child who refused to leave.
As she twisted beneath him, he sucked harder and bit deeper. It was nothing like his usual approach when seeking pleasure!
At least, he had learned not to hurt her before!
His hands still tightly embraced her waist and abdomen, caressing her as if he wanted to merge her into his body. With the weight of him pressing down on her, Sophia felt like she was being squeezed and wrinkled like the clothes spread out on the bed, yet he didn't rush to move on to the next step.
The storm gradually subsided, and the kiss on her lips turned into a tender, lingering caress. His agile tongue brushed over her lips, as if licking the unintended wounds he had created.
Sophia finally caught her breath. For a moment, she truly didn't know how she was breathing.
Capone released her, propping himself up on his elbows beside her, looking at her with intense eyes.
His double eyelid folds were deep, his eyes black and bright, with a layer of wet, shimmering light when the passion faded, making him appear eerily beautiful compared to his usual cold and ruthless demeanor!
"What are you really trying to say?" Sophia knew he only acted like this in bed. When he was in a good mood, it seemed as if his gaze could strip her clothes away and possess her, using those shameful techniques to conquer her body.
"How many days will I be gone? Will you miss me?"
"No!" Sophia answered without hesitation, her voice firm. She wished he would stay away and never return!
Clearly, this was not the answer Capone wanted. She had forgotten that he always had his own way of getting what he wanted. So he bent down to kiss her again, passionately nibbling, and before she could resist, he ripped open her shirt, revealing her soft, white bunny on one side. He took the bunny's red eyes into his mouth with such force that Sophia felt pain and numbness, crying out in a high-pitched tone and arching her body upwards.
"Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice blurred as he continued to manipulate the bunny.
Sophia bit her lip tightly and tried to kick him, but he held her calves down, pulling off her loose, thick fleece pajamas and socks.
Sophia bit her lip tightly and tried to kick him, but he held her calves down, and with a swift pull, removed her loose, thick fleece pajamas and socks.
She still didn't like wearing shoes, so he had Diana buy her thick, cozy home socks, adorned with cute designs of a teddy bear, soft and adorable.
Feeling a chill beneath her, Sophia panicked and tried to pull her legs back, but Capone had already bent her pale, slender legs and positioned them on either side of his waist.
He pressed his body into the center of hers, and his lips, which had just been biting her chest, suddenly moved to her inner thighs, kissing them gently.
Sophia couldn't react immediately, only feeling a warm, soft sensation parting her most delicate area, causing her entire body to shiver uncontrollably as if electrified.
"Ah… let go, how can you do this… there… mmm, let go!" She finally realized that it was his tongue, pressing against her sensitive flower as if his thin lips were naturally meant to fit there.
"Do you want it?" he asked again, not sure if he was asking whether she would miss him or if she wanted to continue this intimate encounter.
"No, no, ah… you bastard!" Sophia shook her head, gripping the bedsheets tightly, refusing to say what he wanted. But with each flick of his tongue, it felt as though she was being lifted to the heavens. She felt as though the storm had returned, each wave seeming to reach the clouds but quickly sinking back down, riding the waves, rising and falling. She wanted to close her body, but he held her firmly, allowing that terrifying current to spread from her delicate core.
She had just showered, her body still carrying the scent of the bath, with her most sensitive area emitting a unique feminine fragrance, like cream or frosting. A gentle lick released a clear, sweet nectar from her body, making one crave more and wanting to give her more.
Capone's long fingers slightly parted the area, revealing the tender, juicy flesh, like cherries in the North after they've ripened, exposed with a moist sheen.
He kissed her just as he did when they kissed, wanting her to never forget this extreme sensation, wanting her to never forget him!
"Mmm…" Sophia couldn't speak. In such an embarrassing moment, she truly didn't know what to say. Her throat was whimpering, like a little beast caught in a trap, her body taut, her legs spread wide on the edge of the bed. If it weren't for his hands supporting her, she might have already slid off.
"Let go of me, get up…"
Her voice was soft and powerless, lost amid her erratic breathing, even drowned out by the wet sounds beneath her. No wonder Capone ignored her pleas.
Although he had never done this to any other woman, he still used the best techniques, his touch as dominant and intense as his kisses, yet also imbued with endless tenderness. Especially when his tongue touched the small red bud in the middle of her delicate flower, her taut body twitched with every touch, her voice rising involuntarily, sweet and melodious like a warbler.
After a few tries, he found a rhythm, stroking from the bottom up, pressing against the quivering red bud, and then gently nibbling it. The swollen bud seemed to come alive between his lips. With a wicked intention, he inserted a finger into the depths of her wetness, just one joint, moving patiently along the slick inner walls until he pressed against a slightly hard, protruding spot.
He knew her sensitivity was shallow; he understood her body well enough.
His finger gently rotated, occasionally pressing on the particularly soft area. "Is this the spot, hmm?"
He knew the answer and didn't expect her to reply. His long finger continued to move, sensing the changes in her body.
Sophia's cries had changed in pitch, her fingers clutching the bedsheet tightly as her tense body twisted to one side in unbearable pleasure. She felt like countless bubbles were popping one after another inside her, not painful but filled with incredible force, pushing her in an unknown direction.
What was once cool beneath her had inexplicably warmed up, a continuous flow of warmth and moisture pouring out, like a mountain stream after snowmelt. She couldn't stop it, and even felt a sense of surrender, her hands and feet like the green grass freshly revived in spring, soft and powerless.
She could never resist warmth, even if that warmth came from Capone.
After the final deep kiss, he withdrew his fingers, realizing for the first time how intensely her body could become wet. He immediately felt a fire burning within him, spreading downwards, equally uncontrollable.
He shed all his barriers, pressing deeply into her. Due to the extreme moisture and slipperiness, his strength remained undiminished, making the depth unprecedented.
All the softness and allure clung to him instantly. Despite having experienced this suffocating pleasure more than once, each time felt as exhilarating as the first.
It was no longer the overwhelming surge of waves but more like a small boat navigating through a hidden, beautiful gorge, the helmsman wanting to savor the view for longer, with slow, powerful strokes. It felt as though every stroke was at the end of blooming flowers, yet as if there was no end in sight, with shadows and light to be found in every depth.
Sophia had thought that his kisses and touches had already provided the greatest tremor, something she could scarcely imagine, but now this rhythmic thrusting was even more torturous. She wanted him to stop, but her body felt like a vast emptiness that only he could fill.
She opened her eyes to glare at him, only to find that he had leaned in so close that she could count the long lashes on his eyelids. The sweat on his forehead and his increasingly heavy breathing were starkly real.
"Are you comfortable, hmm? Remember this feeling… remember it, don't forget! This feeling is given by me and only I can give it, understand?" His words were somewhat strained due to how tightly she was clenching around him.
Sophia glared at him, her lips pressed thin and pale, yet she couldn't control the sounds escaping her. She was both embarrassed and helpless, as sometimes sensory experiences are beyond the control of the mind.
"Answer me again, will you miss me, hmm?"