The Mafia Lord's Redemption

SALVADOR'S POV:

As I thrust deeper, my pleasure intensified. Suzana's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath mine. I was close, so close...

"Suzana, stop," I gritted, trying to regain control.

But she refused to listen, her legs wrapping tighter around me. "No, Salvador, don't stop," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I joined our foreheads, my eyes locking onto hers. "You're not well, my love. You must be healthy to feel me, to bear me."

Suzana's cheeks flushed, and she hid her face in my chest. I felt a twitch in my heart, a pang of tenderness. No matter how many times I touched her or saw her naked, my desire for her never faded. It only grew stronger with each passing day.

"I'm fine, Salvador," she murmured, her voice muffled against my skin.

I kissed the top of her head, my lips lingering in her soft hair. "You're not fine. You're still recovering."

Suzana's hands slipped around my waist, holding me close. "Put me to sleep, and then you can leave."

I smiled, my heart swelling with emotion. I lay beside her, taking her in my arms. My fingers began weaving a gentle pattern in her hair.

"Close your eyes, my love," I whispered, my voice soothing.

As I continued to stroke her hair, Suzana's eyelids fluttered shut. Her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed into mine.

I watched her drift off to sleep, her chest rising and falling against mine. My own eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, I was asleep, lulled by the rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her breaths against my chest.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Suzana, holding her close as the first hints of dawn crept into the sky. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the darkness slowly receding.

Birds outside our window began to sing, their melodies weaving together in a joyful chorus. The cool air seeped into the room, making our skin prickle with goosebumps. But we didn't need blankets or clothes; we had each other.

Suzana's naked body was pressed against mine, our limbs tangled together like vines. I felt her warmth, her heartbeat, and her gentle breaths. My own heart swelled with emotion, grateful for this moment, for her.

"Salvador?" she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

"Mmm?" I replied, my lips brushing against her ear.

"It's cold."

I smiled, pulling her closer. "We're warm enough."

Suzana snuggled deeper into my chest, her hands tracing patterns on my skin. "I love mornings with you."

"Me too, my love," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

As we lay there, the world outside began to awaken. The sky lightened, hues of pink and orange bleeding into the horizon. The birds' songs grew louder, a symphony of hope and new beginnings.

In that moment, nothing else existed. Only us, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of our love.

I carefully extricated myself from Suzana's embrace, making sure not to wake her. She stirred slightly, murmuring a soft protest, but settled back into a peaceful slumber.

I gazed at her for a moment, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her lips. My heart swelled with love and admiration.

I dressed quietly, my eyes never leaving hers. Once I was ready, I leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss across her forehead.

"Sleep tight, my love," I whispered.

The room was chilly, but Suzana was warm, wrapped in the blanket we'd shared. I smiled, knowing she'd sleep soundly until I returned.

I slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me.

The pre-dawn air was crisp, the city still asleep. I drove through the deserted streets, the only sound the hum of my car's engine.

As I arrived at my house, the sky was lightening, hues of pink and orange bleeding into the horizon. I took a deep breath, feeling invigorated.

I stepped into my house, the familiar scent of leather and wood greeting me. I made my way to the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the night.

After dressing, I headed to the kitchen to grab a quick coffee before leaving for the office.

Just as I was pouring the coffee, my phone rang. My father's name flashed on the screen.

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"Father," I answered, my voice respectful.

"Salvador, my son," he replied, his deep voice warm. "How are you? How's your health?"

"I'm fine, Father. Thank you for asking. And you?"

"I'm doing well, Salvador. A little tired, but that's to be expected at my age. Your mother sends her love."

"Please give her my love too, Father. I'll visit soon."

"Good, good. Now, Salvador, I have something serious to discuss with you."

His tone shifted, and I sensed a hint of concern.

"What is it, Father?"

"There's been a threat made against me, Salvador. Some people want me out of the picture."

My grip on the phone tightened. "What kind of threat?"

"Death threats, Salvador. They're serious. I've received intel from reliable sources. I need you to be prepared."

"Prepared for what, Father?"

"If anything happens to me, you'll take over the family business. You're my successor."

I felt a surge of determination. "Nothing will happen to you, Father. I won't let it."

"I know you'll do everything to protect me, Salvador. But I want you to be cautious. Marco will keep an eye on you, and I've increased security around me."

"Who's behind these threats, Father?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm investigating. Just be vigilant, Salvador. And remember, the family comes first."

"I understand, Father. I'll do everything to protect you and our family."

"I know you will, Salvador. I trust you. Take care, and keep Suzana out of this."

"I will, Father. And I'll come visit soon."

"Good. I love you, Salvador."

"I love you too, Father."

The call ended, and I stood there, my mind racing with the implications. I want my father to be safe, I know he is most feared mob boss and no one dares to hurt him. I drank my coffee and headed out of house to reach office.

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