Velvet Lullabies

“Don’t stop.” Her reminded her. “If you stop, I’ll stop.”

With that, he used his talented tongue to lick between her folds.

She moaned, but quickly resumed singing.

She was so close to coming. She felt it in every inch of her body. The spray from the rainforest showed trickled down her shoulder blades mixed with her own sweat and wanting.

She wanted this so badly, but also never wanted it to stop.

She could barely focus on the song anymore and Lucian worked furiously on her clit.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, sweeping away anything in its path. She wasn’t sure what notes left her mouth as she sang/screamed her way through it. She was panting as her legs collapsed and Lucian scooped her up.

He removed her from the shower, wrapped her in a soft bath towel and laid her down in bed.

“Not even closed to being finished, bella.”

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Time with Lucian seemed to go by quickly, before she knew it Adelina had spent a week at the Luchese lake house. She sipped her freshly brewed coffee in front of one of the many massive windows overlooking Lake George. The lake was frozen over and covered with a dusting of fresh white snow. This place was so peaceful.

Just the two of them.

They spent their days lounging in front of the fireplace or in bed, Lucian making her come over and over again.

She could get used to this life.

Spoiled.

Loved.

Lucian met her every need. She was beginning to imagine their life together. Would they spend Christmases here? Maybe one day with kids running around. She could imagine snowmen lined up outside with top hats and little pipes hanging from their lips. Or maybe summers, too. She could see the kids running off the dock and jumping into the lake. They would cook outside and build camp fires. For the first time in her life she felt like she could really have this.

Happiness.

She could taste it on the tip of her tongue.

“What are you dreaming about?” Lucian whispered in her ear, starling her.

She smiled for a moment, the daydream still so fresh and realistic. “Our life.” She whispered back.

He returned her smile. “Tell me about it.”

“What if,” she lingered, “We never went back?” she paused gauging Lucian’s reaction, which was cold. “Hear me out,” she continued. “What if we just stayed here? Or what if we ran away.” She rose from the chair turning to Lucian, grabbing both his hands in hers. “What if it was just us, and we left all this stuff, all this bullshit, behind.”

Her eyes sparkled as she posed the questions. She could imagine them, somewhere far from the Mafia’s grasp. Somewhere they could throw obligations out the window and just be Lucian and Adelina.

He gave her a slight smile. “Bella,” he whispered. “You know why we can’t do that.”

Her smile fell, her emotions plummeting with it.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “It was stupid.”

“Hey,” he used his forefinger to lift her chin so she was looking at him. “I didn’t say that. You know I would love to, but we can’t.”

Before she could respond his phone started ringing and he quickly answered, leaving her and her wild dreams behind.

“Lucian.” He greeted the caller sharply.