__________________ UNGODLY HOUR ♧ CHLOE , HALLE ____________________

THE NEXT MORNING , I lay beneath Antonio, the lingering warmth of our bodies from the night before still felt as he kissed me slowly, the taste of him almost intoxicating. His hands ran along my skin like they were memorizing every curve and every inch of me. His touch was gentle at first, but there was an underlying intensity to it, like he couldn't get enough.

I pulled away from his lips, breathless and still dizzy from his touch. "You know, you've got quite the stamina for someone really old."

He chuckled low, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm assuming that was meant to be a compliment?"

"Oh, yeah, a hundred percent," I teased, my fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw before pulling him back in for another kiss.

This time, his hands moved to my hips, pressing me closer to him. I felt the shift in the tension between us—the deliberate slow movements of his hands, pushing me into the bed, his body heavier, stronger. His breath against my neck as he kissed me deeper made me gasp, a jolt of pleasure running through me. He bit my lip lightly, teasing me, making it harder to focus on anything but him.

"I have work," he murmured, voice thick with desire, breaking away for a brief moment, his chest rising and falling.

"Papi, you always have work," I replied, tugging him back to me, unwilling to let him leave just yet.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing the outline of my body as if committing it to memory. "That's how I bought you that car," he said, his lips brushing against my forehead as he slowly slid out of bed, leaving me breathless, already missing his touch.

The heat from the shower hit me as I stepped inside, the sound of water cascading down filling the space between us. Antonio stood under the stream, his eyes closed, letting the warm water pour over him. I could see the defined muscles in his back, the way his skin glistened, the steam making him look even more dangerous and irresistible.

I couldn't help myself—my feet moved before I even thought about it, my body drawn to him like a magnet. I slipped inside, the warmth of the water making my skin tingle, and my heart raced at the thought of being this close to him.

Antonio turned, his eyes locking with mine, and his lips parted as if he had been waiting for me. I didn't say anything, just stepped forward, feeling the cool, wet tiles beneath my feet.

His hands slid over my waist, pulling me closer, the water slick against our skin. He didn't need to say a word. The way he held me, the way his body pressed against mine—it was all clear. He was making sure I knew he wasn't going anywhere.

I couldn't resist running my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm. It was so easy to get lost in him, to forget everything else.

He kissed me again, his lips soft against mine at first, but deepening as the moment stretched on. I felt the passion between us ignite again, the heat from the water only adding to the tension. His hands moved lower, fingers brushing against my skin, making me shiver.

The rest of the world faded, and all that mattered was the heat, the closeness, the feel of him in my arms. I couldn't get enough.

Antonio lifted me up effortlessly, pushing my back against the cold shower tiles. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically. His thick, hard length slid inside me easily, making me moan. He was so big, stretching me perfectly.Water cascaded down our bodies as he held me pinned against the wall, fucking me slowly but deeply. His strong arms supported my weight completely while his cock hit all the right spots inside me. My nails dug into his back as our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

"God yes..." I panted, throwing my head back against the tiles as he pounded up into me. The shower made his body slick, his muscles tight and defined. He was like a machine, lifting me up and down on his length effortlessly

"Look at me," Antonio growled, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he slammed into me. "You take me so well. You're the only one who can handle my size," he praised, his thick accent making his words sound even deeper. "You like being lifted up and filled?"

I nodded, my breath hitching as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Yes," I gasped out, my voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. Antonio's eyes darkened with lust, and he began to fuck me even harder, his hips moving like a piston.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice hoarse as he attacked my breast with his mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh. "Say 'I love being lifted up and filled"

"I love being lifted up and filled," I moaned loudly as he bit down on my nipple.

"Like this?" He asked darkly, lifting me higher up and impaling me harder on his thick length. "Answer me," He growled, sucking marks onto my chest. "God!" I cried.

"Answer the question," He snapped, his hips moving faster, making wet slapping sounds against my ass. "Do you like being lifted up like a doll and having my dick stretch your little pussy?" He asked filthily, nuzzling his face between my tits. "Yes!"

"Such a good girl taking it like this," he praised darkly, using one hand to grip my ass and the other to support my back against the wall. "Can you feel how deep I'm getting? How perfectly I fill you up?" He slammed into me, hitting my cervix and making me scream.

"You're so deep," I moaned, my head thrown back against the tiles.

"Like this?" He asked again, lifting me higher and changing the angle. His thickness rubbed against places inside me that made my eyes roll back. "Yes!" I cried out.

"Only like this?"

"Answer the question," He gritted out, his dark eyes watching my face intently. He was giving me deep, powerful thrusts that made my body spasm. "Only... Only like this," I admitted, my voice low. "Do you need it hard and deep?"

"Yes!" I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me. My body convulsed around him, my pussy clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed through me. But Antonio didn't slow down. He kept pounding into me, his hips moving relentlessly.

"That's it," he grunted, his voice strained. "Come on my cock. Milk me." He continued to thrust into me, his body slapping against mine with wet, echoing sounds. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, each wave intensifying as he hit my deepest spots.

"Celine!" He roared, his hot seed erupting inside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even higher onto his lap as he continued to release inside me. He filled me up completely, his hot seed spilling out of me and trickling down my thighs.

♧

Antonio was gentle with me as we stepped out of the shower, the cool air making my skin prickle in contrast to the warmth of his hands. He wrapped a towel around me first, his touch lingering, as though making sure I was okay, like he always did after moments like these.

He led me to the bedroom, where the room felt safe, quiet, and only ours. His hands were steady as he helped me sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he took care of me was different—there was something comforting in the way he looked at me, as though I wasn't just his lover, but someone he needed to protect.

He kneeled in front of me, and I couldn't help but smile softly as he reached for the lotion on the bedside table. The soft scent of lavender filled the air as he rubbed it between his hands, warming it up before he gently massaged it into my skin, starting with my shoulders.

I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch as he worked the tension out of my muscles, his fingers moving with such precision and care, it made me feel like I could melt right into him. His hands slid down to my arms, then my legs, spreading the lotion evenly, his every touch deliberate and soothing.

"I got you," he murmured, his voice low and husky, as though he were reassuring himself as much as he was reassuring me.

His thumb brushed over the curve of my jaw, his touch tender. "I don't want to hurt you, Celine. Not ever."

I smiled at him, reaching for his hand to squeeze it, feeling a warmth inside that had nothing to do with the heat of the shower. It was more than the physical; it was how much I trusted him, how much I loved him, how he cared for me in a way I had never known.

"Papi, I'm fine. You make me feel safe," I whispered, my voice a little breathless.

He kissed the top of my head, then the side of my temple, his lips soft but firm, pulling me closer as he continued with the aftercare. The way he took his time, making sure I felt cherished, showed me something deeper than passion. It showed me a love I had never expected.

I loved him. I loved Antonio.

After he left for work, I went out to lunch for what Val said was a much needed CRO4L debrief.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the private terrace of the restaurant, where I sat with Malakai, Koko, and Val. The scent of grilled seafood and fresh bread lingered in the air, mixing with the occasional burst of laughter from our table. Lunch with them was always chaotic, but it was the kind of chaos I thrived in.

I was in the middle of sipping my iced cocktail when Val leaned forward, smirking like she had a secret.

"So, how was the Valentine's dick?" she asked, casually stabbing her fork into her salad.

I choked slightly, setting my drink down as Malakai and Koko simultaneously turned to me, their eyes lighting up.

"Wait," Koko said, narrowing her eyes. "You actually fucked?"

Malakai leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I thought Antonio was still in his old-man era of 'I don't wanna rush her' or whatever."

I glanced away, suddenly finding my nails very interesting. That was all they needed.

"Oh my god." Val dropped her fork with a dramatic gasp. "You did fuck."

Koko covered her mouth, giggling. "Oh, I love this for you."

Malakai grinned, shaking his head. "Damn, and here I was thinking you were still in your Virgin Mary arc."

"Shut up," I muttered, reaching for my drink again.

But they weren't done.

Val leaned in closer. "Okay, so... was it like a one and done situation, or are we talking baby-making rounds?"

I nearly spit out my drink. "Jesus, Val."

Koko clapped her hands together. "Wait, are you actually trying for a baby?"

I hesitated. "We haven't even started fully trying yet."

Malakai tilted his head. "So... what I'm hearing is Antonio's been laying the foundation?"

I groaned. "You guys are so annoying."

Val tapped her nails against her glass, looking way too entertained. "Okay, but if you did have a kid, what names are we thinking?"

Koko lit up. "Oh, yes! We need to be involved in this."

Malakai smirked. "I vote for something badass. Like... I don't know, Luca or some shit."

I rolled my eyes. "You just picked that because it sounds like someone who owns a fight club."

He grinned. "Exactly."

Koko gasped. "Ooh, what about Siena if it's a girl? You know, because of Tuscany, romantic vibes, very Italian Mafia Baby coded."

Val nodded. "I like that. Or something strong, like Serafina."

I hummed, actually considering it.

Malakai snorted. "All I know is, if it's a boy, Antonio's naming him some long-ass traditional name with like five syllables."

"Probably," I muttered.

Koko wiggled her brows. "You should let us be the godparents."

Val immediately pointed at her. "Dibs."

Malakai scoffed. "Fuck no, I get dibs."

I shook my head, laughing. "You guys are ridiculous."

Koko pouted. "So? We're your ridiculous."

And that was true.

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ahhh sorry for not updating gang I've been working on a new book and I wanted to know if you wanted any of the characters in this book to get a spin off? I was thinking about having Malakai his own book with a fmc who's a woman of colour but I don't know !!

how was this chapter??

- zio 🍸