The One (Untouchables Mafia Series Book 3)
The One: Chapter 8

I moan into Abel’s mouth. It takes a second for his words to sink in, but I lose my train of thought when his mouth moves to my jaw, trailing kisses down it and then my neck. My entire body is alive with new sensations. Ones I’ve only read about in romance books.

“Oh,” I moan, sinking my fingers into his short hair. That feels so damn good. I pull my legs up, my hips wanting to move. I swear I have no control over my body. It has suddenly gotten a mind of its own when it comes to Abel.

Abel’s mouth continues its journey, going lower, while his hands push my shirt up. One cups my breast, his tongue circling my pebbled nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He gives it a few tugs before it pops free, and then he moves to the other side, giving it the same attention. My hips try to buck off the bed, but with Abel’s weight, they don’t go very far.

“You’re so damn soft.”

“And you’re hard and rough.” I let my hand slip out of his hair and down the side of his face. I get the impression that Abel hasn’t experienced much tenderness in his life. I could give him that. I may not have experience in other areas, but that’s something I know I can do for him.

“I’m trying not to be rough with you.” I watch as he moves farther down my body. That anticipation is growing.

“I only want you to be who you are, Abel.” His tongue dips into my belly button, making me let out a small laugh.

“Fuck, even your laugh is sexy as hell.” He grips the top of my shorts on the sides of my hips. He tugs them down, taking my panties with them.

His eyes roam over me, eating me up. I’m practically naked in the center of his bed. I can still feel how slick I am between my thighs. It’s almost embarrassing. He pushes my legs apart, his eyes settling on my sex. I start to feel shy, my hands reaching down.

“Don’t.” Abel grabs my wrists. “Don’t cover yourself.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t release his hold on my hands. I’m starting to notice he does that a lot. It should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. I get this thrill knowing he has control to do whatever he wants to me. I want him to. I trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted another male in my entire life. I know that sounds crazy with the short amount of time that we’ve known one another.

I push down my shyness and spread my legs wider for him. His eyes flick up to meet mine. I can see the approval in them. I’ve pleased him. He once again turns his focus to my sex. I watch as he licks his lips. I lift my hips once again, offering myself to him. He wastes no time taking me up on it.

He buries his face in my sex, devouring me. Giving me more pleasure than I ever knew was possible. He lets out a deep groan that vibrates against my clit, causing my body to go haywire. The slow strokes of his tongue circling my clit can only be explained as sweet torture.

“Please.” I barely get the plea out before he’s sucking my clit into his mouth. My whole body tenses, the orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. “Abel!” I cry out his name.

“Another,” he demands with his mouth and tongue, never stopping.

“I can’t.” I fight to wiggle away, my clit overly sensitive. Abel brings his forearm down over my hips, pinning me in place. “I can’t.” I shake my head.

“You will.” He thrusts a finger inside of me, filling me up.

“Oh God.” How is another one coming already? He hooks his finger inside of me, hitting something I have never felt before. I scream out my pleasure, and wetness floods from me. I swear black spots dance in my eyes, and it takes a second for me to catch my breath while Abel is licking up every drop. I melt into the bed.

I must fall asleep because when I open my eyes I’m lying on my side with Abel behind me. One of his legs is thrown over both of mine, with his arm wrapped around me. He has me pressed snugly against him. Really, I’m kind of cocooned in him.

“Sorry,” he whispers against my ear.

“What?” I try to turn, but I can’t move.

“I kept going, and I⁠—”

“I loved it, Abel. If I really wanted you to stop, you would have.”

“I’m not sure that’s true.” He kisses my neck and then rolls away. I turn to see him sitting on the side of the bed. I crawl across it to get to him. I don’t miss the scars across his back. I wrap myself around him from behind.

“I’m not scared of you, Abel.” I press a kiss to his shoulder.

“You’re naïve.”

“Okay.” I press another kiss to his shoulder. I think Abel might have more scars on the inside than out. “So what are you saying, then? Do you want me to stop?” I press my mouth to him again.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” I start to scoot back, but he turns, snagging me around the waist. He easily plucks me up and around into his lap so that I’m straddling him. It’s a reminder that I’m naked from the waist down. “So then what?” His brows furrow together. I lift up and kiss between them. “I kinda really like this kissing thing.”

“I more than like it.” He doesn’t sound too happy about it when he says it.

“Abel.”

“Not letting you go.”

“I didn’t ask you to. In fact, I think you might be pushing me away.”

“You’re in my lap.”

I snort a laugh. “Okay, I am, but I’m not talking about physically.”

“My head is fucked up, Angel.”

“We all got our shit.” I mean, he works for my father, so he has to know that my family life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

“Not you.”

“Right.” I roll my eyes.

“You’re perfect.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“It’s true,” he half-growls at me.

“Are you getting mad on my behalf?”

He shrugs. I trace my finger along his lips. I’m not sure what is going on in Abel’s head. That might take some time for me to uncover, so for now, I’ll kiss him.

Maybe kisses can heal, after all.