MARRIED TO THE CAPO

Chapter 19

Eva

I sat at the dinner table, chatting with Lina, as she served me a the meal. But my mind kept wandering to Lorenzo. He hadn't come home since last night, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Just as I was starting to get concerned, I heard the front door open and close. My heart skipped a beat as I heard footsteps approaching.

I saw Lorenzo walk in, looking tired and worn out. His hair was disheveled, his eyes had dark circles under them, and his face looked gaunt. His shirt was open at the top, revealing a hint of his chest, and his sleeves were folded up to his elbows. He was holding his coat in his hand, and his eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

For a moment, we just stared at each other. I could see the exhaustion etched on his face, but his eyes still burned with intensity. He looked like he had been through a lot, but he was still standing, still strong.

I felt a surge of emotions, concern, relief, and i don't know something more, all mixed together. I wanted to get up and go to him, to comfort him, but my legs felt like lead.

Lorenzo's gaze shifted to Lina, and he nodded subtly, signaling her to leave. He handed her his coat, and she took it silently, exiting the room.

Then, Lorenzo's attention returned to me. He moved towards me with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. He sat down in the chair beside me, his movements fluid and graceful.

Without a word, he pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me. I felt a rush of excitement as I settled into the warmth of his body, my head nestled against his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear, a soothing rhythm that calmed my nerves.

Lorenzo's hold on me was possessive, yet gentle, as if he was savoring the moment. His warmth enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Lorenzo's fingers gently lifted my chin, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He gazed at me for a long moment, his expression softening, his eyes burning with a deep passion.

Then, without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, gentle caress. The kiss was a whisper of skin on skin, a tender exploration .

Unlike the other night, this kiss was not fueled by raw desire and urgency. Instead, it was a slow burn, a passionate and intimate connection that spoke volumes without words. Lorenzo's lips moved against mine with a gentle reverence, as if savoring the taste and feel of me.

I tried to pull back, my breathless whisper of "Enzo" a weak protest, but he wouldn't let me go. His arms tightened around me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into another kiss.

This one was deeper, more insistent, his lips parting mine with a gentle yet unyielding pressure. I felt myself melting into him, my resistance crumbling beneath the tender onslaught.

My hands fluttered up to his chest, my fingers brushing against the warm skin exposed by his open shirt. I felt his heart racing beneath my touch, a rapid beat that echoed my own.

Lorenzo's kiss was a gentle claiming, a soft possession that left me breathless and wanting more.

Lorenzo pulled back, his chest heaving with a mix of passion and exertion. His eyes blazed with intensity as he gazed at me, his voice low and rough.

"Dammit, Bella," he cursed, his words laced with emotion. "I missed you fucking so much. Every minute without you was a bloody torture."

His fingers tightened in my hair, his grip almost painful, but I didn't care. I was lost in the depths of his eyes, drowning in the sea of his emotions.