Her Capture, His Desire

Chapter 20

                       Passion And Purpose
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"Bambolina..." The nickname escaped his lips, "Y-yes...?" she replied, her voice soft and uncertain.

Anthony closed the distance between them, his eyes traced over her features as if he was seeing her for the first time. "Why are you here...?"

"I didn't know you were...busy..." she said, her eyes flitting over the broken objects around the room. "I just...I wanted to say hello..."

Anthony quickly shook his head. "No...no, baby... I'm not busy,I'm never too busy for you," he said, his voice low and rough.

He gently touched her cheek, his fingers lingering on her skin. She was the only thing that could calm him down, the only thing that could soothe the anger that still raged inside him.

Emily felt her heart flutter at his words, his touch gentle but possessive. There was something different about him today, something more intense and feral.

Anthony took her small hands in his and brought them up to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "How was your visit...?" he asked, his tone still gruff but softer than before.

Emily could feel her face heat up as he kissed her hands, the tender gesture unexpected but welcome. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "It was good," she replied, her voice soft. "My mom was happy to see me."

"That's good..." he replied, his voice still low and gruff. He gently caressed her knuckles with his thumbs, his touch gentle.

"How was your day...?" he asked, his question laced with an undertone of concern.

Emily's body tensed slightly, feeling the weight of his question. She didn't know what to say, how to explain. "It...it was good..." she managed to say, her voice shaky.

Anthony noticed the hesitation in her response, the way she bit her bottom lip nervously. He could see the worry in her eyes, the unease. "Baby..." he said gently, his voice soft but persistent. "You wanna talk about it...?" He knew that she wasn't ready yet, that something was bothering her but she wasn't ready to share.

Emily shook her head, her eyes still fixed on his face. "No..." she said, her voice hushed. She was still unsure, still hesitant to open up to him.

Anthony wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She was like a lifeline to him, a lifeline to sanity and calmness.

"I missed you..." he muttered, his voice muffled against her skin. He didn't want to let her go, didn't want to be away from her ever again.

Emily could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, the heat of his body enveloping her. She could hear the desire and desperation in his voice, and it made her heart flutter. "I missed you too..." she whispered back, her arms wrapping around him.

Anthony pulled back slightly and his eyes caught sight of the necklace resting on Emily's neck, the one he had given her a while ago. It was a simple necklace, a small charm hanging from a slender chain, but it held a deep meaning for him.

He reached out, his fingers grazing the delicate jewelry, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You're still wearing it..." he murmured, his voice low and quiet. He gently traced the outline of the necklace, his touch gentle but reverent.

Emily nodded in response. "Good..." he said softly, his eyes fixed on the necklace. "It suits you."

His eyes traveled over her, admiring the simple sundress she was wearing, the way it hugged her petite frame.