I laugh. “Yeah. A lot seemed to happen while I was away.” I stroke his chin. “Good thing she’s gone.”
He drops his head, kissing the crook of my neck, making a swarm of butterflies tumble in the pit of my belly now. “Good thing indeed, Patrona.”
The burial the next day is heartbreaking.
Everyone is dressed in all black for it, clean. No hats or guns are allowed, to pay our respects.
After Draco kisses the skull and then places it in the pit with Emilio’s body, he steps back with a nod and Diego starts shoveling the dirt on top of them.
“Te quiero, primo,” Draco murmurs at my side. “Emilio.”
We all stand until the dirt has become a pile and has covered them completely. Patanza steps forward with a small bouquet of chocolate cosmos in hand, laying it on top of the dirt pile. She kisses the tips of her fingers and then presses her hand on the flowers quickly before pulling away and standing again, turning and swiping her face with her good arm.
Clark rubs her on the back, and surprisingly, she doesn’t dismiss or push him away.
My eyes are thick with tears, as well as Mrs. Molina’s. Hers fall, but she’s smiling. Smiling.
I don’t even try to understand it.
And I don’t know what it is about her smile, but it satisfies me.
It gives me so much hope for the future.
49
GIANNA
48 Hours Later
“I really don’t know why I care about you so much.”
As the words pass through my lips, a warm hand drifts over my belly, snaking around my hip, tugging me close. Rays of the sun beam down on the gold sheets. It’s a warm day, the ocean breeze pushing through the curtains.
Now that I’ve had time to settle, I’m starting to love this home in Lantía a lot more.
Gusts of salty air spill through the crisp white curtains. I can taste it on my lips, smell the freshness of the water that comes along with it.
I shut my eyes as his hand presses into my belly, skating up to my breast. He cups it in hand, using the other to nudge me backwards until I’m flat on my back. His mouth wraps around my nipple, the other still cupping me in his large, demanding hand. A groan vibrates through his chest, and he sucks until it becomes a soft, pink pebble between his lips.
“Is that why?” he asks, letting up, his voice raspy and filled with sleep. I moan as he pulls his hand away and slides downward, his mouth pressing on my belly, moving to various places. “Or is this why?” His lips are soft, slightly demanding. I start to grip his hair, but he catches my wrist, forcing it down as he slides his face between my legs.
“Draco,” I moan.
He ignores me, kissing the area just above my clit. I shudder when I feel his breath run through my already wet slit. So wet for him. So eager, just from his teasing lips alone.
I say his name again, and it falls so lightly off my lips.
“Stop your bickering.” His breath is hot on my skin. Something hot and wet presses directly on my clit, swirling slow at first. His large hands grip my thighs and his fingers slide up, capping my knees and pushing them up to my chest.
He spreads me wide open for him, sucking, licking, and tasting all of me. His hands grip my thighs as I writhe, back bowing, sinful words leaving my body and surrounding us. He’s always so hungry for me, always ready to devour.
It doesn’t take long for my body to overheat, the bundle of nerves between my legs to scream and beg for release. I grip the sheets and allow every moan of pleasure to escape me, squeezing my eyes shut, relishing in every ounce of it he provides.
My body dies down, sated, euphoric.
Draco slides his large body up, resting his head on my chest, his hard cock pressing on my pussy. We’re both naked.
We may have even celebrated a little too much last night, him over tequila shots and me with way too many tacos and too much sparkling juice. We celebrated the life of Thiago and Emilio, as well as our win over Yessica and getting all of his territory back.
I’ve never seen him so…content. Not even during all the days I’d spent with him before this happened. Even before I knew about Hernandez, he was always so hostile, so vicious.
Now, in his warm brown gaze, I see nothing but satisfaction. I see hope.
Like he’s satisfied with life. Satisfied with himself.
Once, it was all about the venom. The poison and the power.
Now, well, it’s just the passion. Some of the power. Some of the glory. But mostly just love.
He drops his head, the tip of his nose skimming over my jawline. “You know we can’t stay here today, right?” he murmurs.