Devour You

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Warning: This chapter contains a
very heavy smut scene
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Victoria

Standing behind the railing of our wide wooden porch, the warm sunlight rests on my face, but it's evening golden glow isn't too bright. It's perfect, amongst the shifting light breeze to pass every few seconds.

I take in a breath as my light brown eyes skim across the vast and keen front yard - remembering how Lucas and Rosalia would always go for at least half a dozen rounds of tag when they were little. They probably ran every inch of it, front to back.

And now, they're older.

But, our story isn't over yet.

I feel a set of hands gently snake around my waist from behind, and the moment I feel his chest brush against my back, the corner of my pink lips curve.

I look down to see his tattooed fingers intertwine with either hand of his own; enveloping me in a hug from behind. My gaze rakes over our kids' initials inked onto his middle and ring fingers. Luke's on the left and Rosa's on the right.

Placing my smaller hands over his, I smile when Rio hums lowly against the crook of my neck. And I turn around to face him.

Rio's dark brown eyes glint intently on mine - it's ardent. I still haven't gotten use to the way he looks at me. This handsome man still gives me butterflies.

I bite my lip, resting my hand across his cheek before he pulls me closer to him. My husband's full lips tug upward.

"Hey, darlin'." he starts - his husky voice laced with a sexy rawness as he skims his gaze across my features a moment.

"Hi," I return, plastering a wide and genuine smile, before leaning in to kiss him. With his warm hands now on either side of my waist, Rio presses his plump lips against mine passionately.

The second our lips part, Rio speaks again. I feel his minty breath hit my lingering lips.

"You're so beautiful." he breathes, his chocolate brown eyes deliberately fluttering from my lips to my eyes.

My smile widens before his taller figure, and I don't waste another minute to kiss him again. And just seconds in, I feel Rio's teeth gently tug at my bottom lip - yet in a hungry manner.

A giggle escapes me as I momentarily unlatch from his tasty lips. "Lucas and Rosalia will be getting back from the Carnival any minute." I remind him, though it doesn't stop my husband from planting soft, craving kisses across the side of my neck in return.

"We can take it inside then." he remarks huskily, and I smirk against him before he captures my lips with his once more.

And it's taking everything in me not to push him inside and rip his clothes off - from the scent of his light yet masculine cologne bristling in the air, the radiating heat descending from the both of our bodies, and his taste. His impeccable, consuming taste.

But I do know that the kids should be pulling up soon, any second even.

I feel Rio's inked fingers trace down my back, settling right above my butt - his lips still swaying with my own. That is, before he lowers his touch and squeezes; possessing a dominant grip.

Miserably failing at suppressing a grin, I slightly push away. "Rio," I warn - though it doesn't cause for the sparking mischief blazing in his brown eyes to dissipate.