The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

After a while, the yacht came to a halt near an island, and Leonardo helped Sofia disembark. As their feet touched the sandy shore, the yacht sailed away, leaving Sofia feeling bewildered. She looked at Leonardo, seeking reassurance, and he nodded, instantly calming her fears.

“But what’s the name of this island?” Sofia asked, realizing that he hadn’t mentioned it yet.

Leonardo placed a gentle hand on her shoulders and turned her to face a direction. Sofia’s eyes landed on an illuminated board, adorned with LED lights. Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she read the name written in bold capital letters: SOFIA.

Turning towards her husband, her eyes filled with a multitude of questions. He mirrored her gaze, his lips anxiously bitten.

“What does this mean?” she shook her head in astonishment.

“This is your island, baby. I wanted to give it to you as our wedding gift,” he explained, his voice tinged with nonchalance.

While it might have seemed ordinary to him, Sofia couldn’t contain her excitement. Someone had purchased an entire island and named it after her. It was an incredibly intimate gesture. Sofia allowed her racing heartbeats to settle for a moment, but they insisted on pounding louder and faster.

Oh my God! He had bought her an island.

“But you didn’t have to do this,” she said formally, attempting to keep her voice steady. However, an immense smile spread across her lips, unable to conceal her delight at his sweet gesture.

“This wedding gift was long overdue from my side. Since we got married in a hurry, I want our honeymoon to be perfect. I don’t want you to tease me about it for the rest of our lives,” he playfully winked at her, causing Sofia’s heart to melt at his words.

Tease me for a lifetime! A lifetime with him! Suddenly, Sofia’s eyes welled up with tears, and her throat felt too heavy to utter a word.

“Hey! Are you crying? I’m sorry. If you don’t want to stay here, we can go back on the yacht. We can leave this island and go anywhere you want,” he panicked, his voice filled with concern.

Sofia didn’t respond with words. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him closer, she pressed her lips against his, eliciting a deep groan from him.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Her hand slid down his chest, feeling the firmness beneath her touch. Unable to contain her smile between kisses, she sensed his shudder under her fingertips. He trailed his hand over her back, and as he reached down to cup her ass, pulling her closer, she could feel how hard he was for her at that moment.

“My wife,” Leonardo whispered against Sofia’s lips, his deep raspy voice stealing away her sanity.

He intensified their kiss, his tongue gently coaxing the seam of her lips, causing her to moan softly. Taking the opportunity, he plunged his wicked tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he owned it. Sofia closed her eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of their tongues entwined, her head spinning and her legs weakening. Leonardo lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. When she felt the softness of the mattress beneath her back, she opened her eyes, finding Leonardo panting heavily, his gaze fixed upon her.

“Listen, angel, think it through once more. Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice hoarse and filled with desire. “Because there’s no turning back after this.”

With his declaration, any lingering doubt in her mind vanished. She wanted to be his completely.

“I am ready, hubby. Claim me!” she agreed, her voice filled with eagerness.

“Fuck! You’ll be the death of me, baby girl,” he cursed, his fingers entwined in her hair as he sealed his mouth upon hers, succumbing to the fervor of their desires.

Leonardo gently placed his hand behind Sofia’s head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her face closer to his. With an air of determination, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her as his own. The thought of forever filled him with resolute certainty. He wouldn’t let her go; she was trapped with him for a lifetime, whether she believed it or not. His sweet, beloved wife.

His desperate hand fumbled with the zipper of her dress, swiftly freeing her from its confines. As the dress fell away, his eyes darkened with desire, drinking in her naked form. She wasn’t wearing a bra, intensifying his need for her.

With feather-light touches, he trailed his fingers along her slender neck, gliding down to her bare shoulder. Pausing at her round, full bosom, he gently kneaded, eliciting a responsive arch of her back. Sofia moaned, her eyes closed in blissful surrender. His fingers continued their journey, tracing the curves of her rib bones.

She was everything he desired, beautifully exposed before him, exactly as he had always imagined her beneath him. His gaze lingered hungrily, possessively drinking in every inch of her perfect body. The overwhelming desire to make her completely his surged within his heart.

Peppering kisses along her jawline, he trailed his lips down toward her soft, slender neck. He took his time, nibbling and sucking gently, leaving faint marks of his affection.

His greedy tongue darted out, its path trailing toward her round breast, his mouth hungry and eager. It closed over her nipple, rewarding him with the sweet sound of her beautiful scream, her voice calling out his name in pleasure.

“Uh! Leonardo!!!”

“I want to hear you scream my name, baby. Let the world know who you belong to,” Leonardo groaned, his voice laced with desire.

He continued to suck on her sensitive bud, his tongue flickering and teasing, earning another scream of his name, leaving it sore, swollen, and red. He intended for them to remain that way, a mark of his worship upon her body. Sofia arched her back in ecstasy, gasping and moaning, offering herself fully to him. Her fingers became entangled in his hair, urging him to take her nipple even deeper in his mouth. He eagerly obliged, sucking harder and more passionately, eliciting cries for more.

Leonardo pulled back to observe her nipple glistening with his saliva, reveling in the satisfaction of the effect he had on her tantalizing body. He continued to lick and flick his tongue over her erect nipple, each movement causing her to moan, further fueling his desire. Moving on to another sensitive area, he repeated his ministrations, leaving it beautifully marked, exquisitely sore, swollen, and red.

He took his time, savoring every moment, wanting to make this night unforgettable. He yearned to claim every part, every inch of her body as his own. His mouth continued to explore her silky skin, leaving wet kisses between the valley of her bosoms. Moving lower, he swirled his tongue on her belly button, lightly sucking, as she pressed his head closer, arching her back off the sheets and crying out his name in pleasure.

“Oh… God… Leonardo!” Sofia exclaimed, her voice filled with desire.

“Yes, baby? What do you want?” he teased, his tone laced with anticipation.

“I want you to take off your clothes. I want to feel your skin,” she confessed, her longing evident.

How could he deny her request? Leonardo pulled away, his impatience evident as he swiftly discarded his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside. He couldn’t bear any further delay. Deep inside, he felt a mix of excitement and fear, knowing how she affected him, body and soul. He wasn’t sure if he could control his desires completely, not wanting to hurt her as he did on their wedding night. This time, he wanted to make it pleasurable and unforgettable. He wanted her to remember this day only for the pleasure and ecstasy they would share. The moon shone above, casting a divine glow upon her features, making her even more mesmerizing. Leonardo was spellbound by her beauty, his eyes and heart perpetually yearning for more. If he told her that he wished for her to be seated before him for a lifetime, so he could feast on her beauty, she might laugh and call him mad. But he was indeed crazy for her.

He reached out, grabbing her leg and pulling her closer to him. His tongue darted out, eager to taste her silky smooth skin as he trailed kisses from her calves to her thighs.

“Oh! Ah! Fuck!” Sofia moaned and squirmed, clutching the sheets tightly in her hand. Leonardo paused, hovering at her pussy, teasingly licking her through the fabric.

Gripping her black lacy panties between his teeth, he tore them with a hard tug, making her sweet tight pussy all bare for all his eyes. He parted her thighs and settled between them. Bowing his head, he reverently devoured his wet pussy. Tracing a slow path with his lips along her wet folds, a shiver coursed through her, and she clutched his hair tightly as though afraid he might stray. This had become his most cherished duty.

Drawing her clitoris into his mouth, he delicately nipped and grazed his teeth against it. She became a symphony of moans, writhing in the sheets, twisting and thrashing, tugging at his hair, and burying her head in the pillow. Her hips bucked, her body arched with longing. He chuckled softly, pressing his hand against her flat stomach to anchor her.

He flicked his teeth against her and expertly manipulated his tongue, rolling and swirling it around her, driving her further into ecstasy.

Her sweet juice flowing out of her vagina, made him groan with lust. She was as turned on as he was right now, ready to take him inside her.