my breath, I climb up his body and swipe the back of my hand across my mouth. Wordlessly, I straddle his waist and slide down until every inch of him is inside of me.
His hands squeeze my hips as I build momentum, rocking back and forth, taking all of him with every stroke.
Not forgetting how he did me this afternoon, I ride him harder, my fingers circling my clit. I will finish before him this time. And as the fucking stars begin to blind me, the sky outside lights in a colourful array with screams and bangs. Fireworks? How fucking apt. My climax hits me, and I’m not sure if I’m exploding or imploding on top of him.
Collapsing forward, I lay across his chest, and I can feel his heart racing in time with mine. Every inch of me is on fire, yet completely at ease.
“Not to ruin the moment, but why is there a firework spectacular that could rival New Year’s Eve?” Trying not to smile, but giggle when he stutters before finding his tongue.
“I have no idea, and I don’t care, either. I’m not done,” he groans, sweeping his hands up and down my thighs, sending chills all through me.
“Oh, don’t forget, we have forever.” This time, I can’t help but laugh.
“It’s like that, huh? Forever starts now. I’ve got you all to myself till morning, and I’m going to use my time wisely. Tomorrow, we fight, but tonight, it’s all about us. War could be banging down my door, and I’d be all about you. And I still need to finish.”
Rolling onto my side, I lay on my back and open my legs for him.
“I’m all yours.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Raphael
Walking into the kitchen as the sun rises over Vita, I feel on top of the fucking world. Even my leg is a lot better as long as I take the pain meds like clockwork. I’m pretty sure I’d suffer any pain as long as I get to share my nights with Mila.
“As I wasn’t awoken in the night, I assume all was quiet?” I ask Cristian while pouring myself a mug of coffee.
“Absolutely nothing. It was eerie. I sent a couple of guys to check what’s going on out on the streets about ten minutes ago.”
I’ve barely sat at the island when Mila walks in, snatching the coffee from my hand with a smile. It’s such a small act, but it’s enough to show everyone lingering around how comfortable she is with me, and I take great pride in it.
Trey tenses, his left eye twitching with frustration, making my morning even better. Call me petty, but what the fuck ever.
“I’m surprised to see this morning without incident. Monsters always come out at night.”
Everyone looks to Mila, myself included, and I wonder if everyone notices the pink in her cheeks, or why she’s so happy in the middle of a war.
“You shot and killed one of the brothers. They’ll be planning,” Trey snaps, breaking the moment.
His tension with her riles me, and I’m getting sick of having to bite my tongue. Mila ignores him and looks to Cristian. “Spread the word through our men to be ready when Raphael gives the word.”
My cousin has questions, but he nods and finishes his coffee.
“You mean your word?” Trey smarts.
Seriously, he’s lucky that Mila would rip my head off for overstepping her second, but there’s coming a point where I’ll risk her wrath and step the fuck in.
“No, Raphe’s word. You can go with him.”
For once, he doesn’t need to be told twice, and leaves with my cousin. Once we’re alone, she turns on her stool and faces me.
“You’re going to lead our men to the market square when you get a call from me. Capture any DiMarco men you cross, but don’t kill them. By tonight, we’ll either be dead, or they’ll be.”
Leaning over, she kisses my cheek before slipping away and crossing the kitchen. It takes me a minute to gather my wits and stop her.
“Mila, what the fuck?”
She turns, but she doesn’t come back to me.
She does, however, smile playfully when she says, “Oh, you want an explanation?”
“That would be fucking nice.”
She’s unbelievable. I’m holding back a lot when it comes to her, but the more we grow closer, the more I’m dying to unleash my sharp tongue and demand what I want to know from her.
“I want every night to be like last night with you, so I’m making it happen.”
She walks out and I’m off the stool, catching