Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: I'll move heaven and earth for you

Val's P.O.V

Lights lead me down a small narrow path from the back door of the house of where I stood to down and along the cobblestone, to a seat and table that was lit up with gold fairy lights, wine and a cheese board that I could see as I walked down the narrow path came into view of what was on the white-sheeted covered table.

I kept walking now, looking down as now I was looking at the shoes worn on the feet of my handsome husband. He was beautiful beyond belief as he grabbed my chin with his hand making me look up at his eyes, and I took my precious time in taking in my husbands features, his gorgeous eyes, his high structured jawline, his jet black/brown hair that looks slicker in the moonlight.

"I've been missing my queen", he whispers as he is now closer than before. His breath is warm and inviting, I look into his love-filled eyes as he looks back into mine, and I smile. I smile at how glad I am to be back and never leave his arms again.

His stare got softer as he leaned down, brushing his lips on my cheek then coming down my cheek bone to meet my lips and my mind emotionally screamed at him to kiss me, kiss me now, and somehow he must have listened as he connected his lips to mine as it started of tasteful and slow. His arms holding onto my waist and another on my neck. My own arms snaking up and holding onto his face pulling him more down towards me as I deepen the kiss; I've missed these lips, soft, plump and loving lips on my own. He pulled away as we caught our breaths, but he still kept me close.

"Thought we could revisit an old memory," he says, pointing towards the table and chairs as it reminds me of the night Dante took me out on our first date. I smile, getting his reference of revisiting an old memory. I laugh, pulling away from him.

"Well? Are the gentlemen going to pull out the chair for his queen?" I teased with a raised eyebrow, and he also cocks up his own eyebrow in surprise but also strides over to the seat, pulling it out and motioning to take a seat. I do so, ensuring that my dress doesn't get caught whilst I sit down and Dante pushes my chair in.

He then kissed my forehead before going to his side of the table, which wasn't across from me but on the other side of me so he could hold my hand. He smiles at me as he grabs a fork and places a chunk of cheese on the end of it before holding it up to my mouth for me to eat, and I gladly do; I then do the same to him and so on.

"I've missed you so much," Dante says, and I look down, knowing how hard it was for him, and I saw through it all. I remembered when I told him I didn't love him, I saw through it as I said I wanted to go back to Diego.

"I'm so sorry, I saw through all of that, I said I didn't love you, I said I wanted to leave, I said I forgot about our babies, I must be such a horrible mother, I forgot about my boys," I said, and I didn't realise by this point that I was crying, a tear streamed down my face, followed by a few more. Dante pounced out of his seat and grabbed my face with his large warm hands.

"No, no you are not; it's not your fault, none of that was, you are a great mother, the boys love you," Dante says, and I cry more, sniffling my nose as he calms me down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear making me laugh and cry; the whole night consisted of us talking and laughing with the occasional tear.

"Come on, time for bed," he says as I yawn again; it has been a long day and night, looking at my phone; furthermore, it is now three in the morning, and I'm beyond tired from looking after the boys. Dante grabs my hand and leads me down the cobble path as we walk through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. Before I know it, Dante is unzipping my dress as it falls to the floor. I sit down on the bed so he can take off my shoes in which he kisses my feet while taking each heel off; I laugh as his hands lead up from my heals across my skin and stop at my mid-thigh as he grips hard with his muscular hands and I look up to his eyes, he looks so animalistic.

"So beautiful," he says as he pushes me down, so my back lays flat on the bed, and my breathing got heavy as I knew of what was to come, and I was entirely ready for it. He leaned down, kissing my collarbone and up my neck as he left hot kisses that feel like he's burned my skin and left marks that will stay there forever; I moan as he hits a sweet spot, and I think him smirk against my skin as he nips and sucks at that specific spot. He stops just as it was getting so good, and he lifts my back up so he can take off my bra, he unclips it without his eyes even leaving my own, and I smirk at him as my lips connect with his, and I pull him down on top of me also taking off my bra and flinging it across the room. His kisses got harsher and hungrier for more as I also got more impatient for him; grabbing the buckle of his trousers, I pulled out the belt, but he stopped me holding the belt from my hand and quickly making them into some sort of handcuffs. I, of course, was excited about this and let him put the cuffs on me, and he tied it to the bedpost. He smirks at me as he stands up and looks down at me as he removes his shirt and trousers before grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him and pleasure-filled my head and body; I've missed this.

I've missed him.

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Back at it again

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