Even though that name had long been engraved in her heart, impossible to erase for a lifetime, calling it out in full—first and last—always felt a little too distant, not intimate enough.
She opened her mouth but didn't say it.
Somehow, he had maneuvered her again, turning her to face him, wrapping her around his waist. Her head rested on a stone pillow, her body lifted by the buoyancy of the water as he held her effortlessly.
The deep, grinding, rotating, and pressing rhythm inside her continued relentlessly. He leaned in, his scorching breath mingling with hers.
"Say my name. Call me!"
Like a child pouting for candy.
"Capone," she whispered.
"Mm… That's it. Again, call me again!"
He was lost in the pleasure, his thrusts intensifying, stripping away every layer of restraint. Her voice was the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.
