The Black Sparrow

LP: Chapter 9

The next morning, she woke him up with kisses.

"Good morning," he greeted Georgina. "What did I do to deserve so many kisses from the woman I love the most?"

Georgina laughed.

"Smooth as fuck." Lucian kissed his wife then cupped her p***y. His hand is warm, but her femininity was hotter than fire.

Lucian didn't feel any defiance from Georgina, and instead, he heard her let out a moan to entice him even more. His finger made a circular motion above her slit still covered by thin underwear. Georgina uttered his name with passion and he would never get tired of hearing her voice. She became even wetter and when she could not take it anymore, he dipped his finger in her pool of heat.

Georgina felt a wave of pleasure. She gently rubbed the tip of his c**k and played with the precum on top. Lucian's c**k was thick and veiny, and Georgina could not compare him to any man. Lucian was his first and only man in her life. He took her virginity along with her body, heart and soul. She belonged to him. She lightly bit her lip to suppress a moan, but her thighs parted as if it had a mind of its own. What she did made Lucian more aroused. Morning s*x is the best.

Lucian kissed her lips once more and trailed kisses towards her chest. He took one pebbled tip and sucked on it hungrily. He did the same things to the other while his finger played with her p***y. When Lucian stopped kissing Georgina, he looked at her and their eyes met. Her eyes looked dreamy and she let out a protesting gasp when Lucian pulled his finger out. He took that finger into his mouth and tasted her essence. She felt like her body was on fire. Her clit was throbbing and the rest of her body was burning like hell. She wants him desperately inside her.

"Lucian," she called his name softly, almost pleading to take her now.

But Lucian had other plans and wanted to take his time. He wants to pleasure her more. Lucian kissed the inside of her thighs and with every kiss, Georgina felt little volts of electricity running through her veins. It's the kind of kiss that makes you ask for more. When Lucian found his favorite spot in between Georgina's thighs, he kissed her throbbing clit gently. If only he could stop the time and savour this moment. He desperately wants to bury himself inside her now but Lucian wants to hear her scream his name.

And when she came, Lucian did not waste a single drop. He got up and wiped his mouth using the back of his hand and sweetly smiled at her. He leaned down to kiss her lips and she wrapped her arms around him. His c**k rubbed her moistened flesh. She felt so heavenly, as if heaven made Georgina just for him.

"All fours, baby." Georgina blushed but she did as he asked. Lucian squeezed her behind and gently patted it. For the last three years, he can say that their s*x life was never boring. They would do it slow.

Fast.

Hard.

Soft.

It makes him feel so many things that he has a hard time believing that this type of love exists. He only felt this with Georgina. And Lucian didn't want it to end. He'd be damned for the rest of his life if he didn't have her in his life.

***

Lucian filed for a two-week vacation so that Georgina could make the most of her visit to her father. He could count on one hand how many times he had visited the grand Dela Garza estate in Spain, but nothing had changed in its entirety. It’s still as grand as ever. The barrel-shaped tiles in warm earth tones. It’s rustic yet sophisticated with its terracotta shades of red, orange, and deep brown.

Just like my Georgina. I always think it’s a reflection of her—warm and cozy. She makes me feel at home.

“Hey, what are you doing here? It’s late.” Lucian felt Georgina’s embrace from behind him. They had three days left before they went home, and it was a nice change from living in the city.

Lucian was enjoying the fresh air in the garden when the woman came to find him. After dinner, he decided to take a walk to give Georgina some quality time with her father. There was no doubt that they had missed each other. Her father raised her by himself, and Lucian never asked about Georgina’s mother’s whereabouts. They both grew up without a mother, but at least Lucian had the opportunity to see and be with his mother. He felt her love and care. Whereas Georgina never knew her mother. When Lucian once asked his father about it, Don Lucio didn’t want to talk about it. Lucian had a feeling it was forbidden to even mention Georgina’s mother.

“I’m just enjoying the breeze. The weather is nice compared to the icy winter we came from.” Georgina laughed. “I know you liked the cold.” Lucian kissed her arm and leaned his cheek against it. When his arm went numb, he sat Georgina on his lap and hugged her.

“Do you want to go home?”

Lucian shook his head. If they could just stay here for the rest of their lives, that would be fine with him. Wherever Georgina was, he would follow. It didn’t matter which country—Georgina was his home. He had just heard from his sister, Pietra, that his father had started dialysis. The doctors were not very helpful. Late-stage renal failure was like having cancer—there was no cure, unless by some miracle. You could buy a little bit of time with medication and therapy, but it would never fully heal.

It was a one-way street, and everyone knew where the person was headed.

“You’re deep in thought. Care to share?” Georgina caressed Lucian’s cheek. She waited patiently for his answer.

Right at this moment, Lucian’s head was in turmoil. Where would he place himself? His family needed him, but he couldn’t bring Georgina with him.

And she was his life.

His constant in a world full of uncertainty.

Having her to go home to at the end of the day made him feel that tomorrow would be better. She gave him hope that his life could be free of the violence and perversity that came with being born into a criminal dynasty. He wanted to have his own family, but he didn’t want his future child to bear the responsibility. That responsibility that one day would sit on the throne and do the things that those before him had done in that position.

And Georgina… he didn’t want her to end up like his mother, who died hoping Don Lucio would change and give it all up. But it was all he had ever known, and Don Lucio didn’t know how to stop. Georgina deserved a better life than what he could offer, but he couldn’t let go of the woman he loved.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I still love you.” She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tightly.

Lucian returned the embrace, and they fell silent for a moment. They could hear the crickets from somewhere in the garden, and it blended nicely with the sound of the flowing stream nearby. The Dela Garza grounds were really beautiful during the day, but even at night—it was still divine.

“Can you still imagine yourself with someone else?” Lucian asked Georgina after a while.

Georgina laughed and playfully bit his shoulder. “You mean, someone with tanned skin, blonde hair, blue eyes—” She kept thinking of traits that were the opposite of Lucian.

“Georgina Ruth—”

“Profaci.” The woman giggled. No one was as playful as Georgina when they were teasing each other. And that’s the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like her. There was never a dull moment. He couldn’t imagine his life growing old without her by his side.

She cupped his face and looked into his eyes before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. When they both ran out of breath, she pressed their foreheads together.

“All I see is you, Lucian Marco Profaci. I don’t want anyone else.”

He picked her up and brought Georgina upstairs to her bedroom. That was also where he slept when they were in Spain. Lucian made love to her, and now she was sound asleep with their bodies tangled with each other. When he heard the sound of his cellphone, he carefully turned her to the side so he wouldn’t disturb her sleep. Lucian took the call on the veranda. It was only five in the morning, and the time was the same in Italy.

“Hey.” Lucian heard Pietra’s voice.

“How’s everything with Dad?” Whenever he received a call, his heart would race. Maybe it was the fear of losing someone. Lucian knew that everything led to one destination, and he was still very young when his mother passed away. But now, it was his father who was about to go, and he had no power to stop it.

“Same. I called because something came up.” Pietra’s voice sounded tense. She seemed restless.

“Is it about the business?”

“Yes, and no. It’s—complicated.” She couldn’t tell him directly what the problem was, and his patience was wearing thin. He hadn’t been sleeping well since the fight in the alley and the news of his father being sick.

“Pietra, it’s five in the morning. I want to go back to bed and sleep.”

“T-There’s a kid here. He’s… five.” Lucian frowned. “His name is Ludo, and he was born in California.”