The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Leonardo’s breathing became heavy, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, the sound echoing in his head as his pulse raced into his cardiac chamber. Sweat dotted his forehead, evidence of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He leaned in closer to Sofia, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation. With one swift motion, he kicked the door open, the force of it propelling them forward as he continued to hold her securely in his arms. Taking purposeful strides, he carried her towards the bed, his movements confident and deliberate.

Reaching the bed, Leonardo gently placed Sofia down, his touch tender yet possessive. He was about to pull away, but Sofia’s hands clung to his neck, her fingers entwined in his hair, refusing to let go.

“What, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a low murmur. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingertips grazing her soft skin. He wanted to see her clearly, to etch every detail of her pretty face into his memory.

Sofia’s lips parted, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to find the words. “Hubby…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of longing and vulnerability shining within them. “I missed you,” she finally confessed, her voice breathless with emotion.

A surge of tenderness washed over Leonardo, his heart swelling with affection for the woman before him. He traced his thumb gently across her cheek, his touch feather-light. “You have me, baby girl,” he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity and devotion. “I am here with you, always.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Reluctantly, Leonardo tried to pull away, the weight of exhaustion tugging at him after a long and tiring day. He needed to freshen up to regain his strength. But Sofia tugged him back down, her grip firm yet gentle. Her eyes pleaded with him, silently begging him to stay, to bask in the warmth of their connection just a little longer.

Sofia tightened her hold on Leonardo’s neck, her grip possessive and needy. It elicited a low chuckle from him, the sound reverberating through the room. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he peered into her flushed face, taking in every delicate detail.

Her cheeks were a vibrant shade of crimson, a clear sign of her heightened arousal. Leonardo’s gaze zeroed in on her plump, tempting lips, aching to taste their sweetness. The desire in her eyes was palpable, mirroring his own.

With a voice laced with desire, Sofia finally voiced the words he had longed to hear. “I want… I want you… to make love… to me.” Her admission hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. How could he deny himself after such a confession? But today was not the day he would claim her.

Leaning his face down, Leonardo brushed his lips against hers, initiating a kiss filled with raw passion. His mouth melded with hers, an explosion of longing and need igniting a blazing fire within him. Every nerve in his body came alive, craving the taste and touch of her.

When he finally pulled away, Sofia was left breathless and panting, her lips swollen and her eyes half-closed, revealing a mesmerizing shade of blue. She looked at him with a mixture of adoration and hunger, her gaze captivating him in its intensity.

“Baby, I’m dying to,” Leonardo confessed, his voice husky with desire. “But I am too tired tonight. I doubt I can satisfy you with my hundred percent.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, teasing and playful.

Sofia’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disappointment and amusement flickering within them. She let out a small squeak, her voice filled with playful indignation. “Eww,” she exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her tone as she playfully swatted his arm.

Sofia gently pushed Leonardo to sit on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands covering her face as if to shield herself from his gaze. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a mixture of adoration and amusement at her adorable demeanor.

With tenderness, Leonardo reached out, his strong hands gently prying her fingers away from her face. He cradled her beautiful face in his palms, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as he implored her to look at him. “Look at me, angel,” he pleaded, his voice filled with a combination of longing and concern.

But Sofia kept her eyes closed, as if afraid of the vulnerability that lay beneath her fluttering lashes. Her breathing was shallow, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying her inner turmoil.

“Look at me, love,” Leonardo insisted, his voice now laced with gentle determination. He yearned to connect with her on a deeper level.

Slowly, hesitantly, she yielded to his request, her long lashes lifting to reveal the depth of her soul. His gaze locked with hers, Leonardo felt a surge of emotions flood his being. At that moment, he knew he would do anything for her.

Drawing a deep breath, he mustered the courage to ask the question that had been burning in his chest. “Tell me, what do you want?” Leonardo’s voice was gentle yet laced with a smoldering intensity. His eyes drank in every contour of her beautiful face, desperate to understand her desires, to fulfill her every need.

Sofia’s voice trembled slightly, her words laden with desire and vulnerability.

“I want you,” she confessed, her eyes never wavering from his gaze. There was no chance that Leonardo would deny her request.

Leonardo gently removed Sofia’s t-shirt, revealing she didn’t wear a bra. Her round breasts spilled before him as her nipples stood erect, beckoning him closer. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and anticipation.

With an unspoken understanding, Leonardo wasted no time. He pressed his lips against her sensitive buds, drawing them into his mouth with a skillful touch. Sofia’s breath hitched as pleasure surged through her. Simultaneously, Leonardo’s hand found its way to the waistband of her shorts, teasingly tugging them down along with her panties.

Sofia’s fingers instinctively entangled themselves in Leonardo’s hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her moans and gasps filled the air, fueling his desire to bring her ecstasy. Leonardo used his tongue, lips, and fingers to pleasure her, expertly exploring every inch of her being. His actions were driven by an overwhelming urge to make this experience unforgettable. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he would control tonight. He had something in his mind to recreate their wedding night as he was the one who spoiled it.

Leonardo was determined to make it the best night of Sofia’s life, a night she would cherish forever.

He skillfully elicited pleasure from her, causing waves of ecstasy to ripple through her. Each touch, each caress sent her into a euphoric frenzy, her breath hitching in her throat. The room echoed with the symphony of their passion as she surrendered herself to him completely.

He had an uncanny ability to bring her to the brink of ecstasy time and time again, his expertise leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more. He pleasured her so intensely that the count of her climaxes became a blur, lost in the depths of their passion. When she finally succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, he decided to refresh himself.

Leonardo made his way to the bathroom. Stepping into the cascading water of the shower, the warm droplets washed away the burden of the exhausting long day. The water soothed his muscles, invigorating him as it ran down his toned physique. Cleansed and rejuvenated, he emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Gazing at the slumbering beauty on the bed, he felt a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness. Slipping under the sheets, he gathered her in his strong, muscular arms, cradling her fragile form against his chest. As her rhythmic breathing lulled him into a state of tranquility, he succumbed to the gentle embrace of sleep.

The next day, Sofia gradually emerged from the realm of sleep, her eyes fluttering open to the dimly lit room. The warmth that once enveloped her vanished, leaving an empty space beside her on the bed. A mix of confusion and frustration coursed through her veins, intertwining with the remnants of a dream that slipped away like smoke.

Sofia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the cold, wooden floor. The softness of the sheets still clung to her skin, reminding her of the intimacy they shared the night before. She sighed, her gaze drifting to the empty spot beside her as if expecting Leonardo’s form to materialize and fill the void.

The room, draped in shadows, echoed with the haunting silence that seemed to reflect her thoughts. Sofia’s hand reached out to the side table, her fingers grazing the surface as she groped for her cell phone. The device illuminated her face as she unlocked it with a swipe, revealing no missed calls or unanswered messages.

So, Leonardo, as he did every day, had disappeared without a word.