Capone's breathing was erratic, his heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of his throat. The tightness in his chest nearly choked his words.
His voice was so forceful that it made Sophia's eardrums ache, and his bloodshot eyes seemed on the verge of shedding tears of blood.
He gazed deeply at Sophia. All the patience and waiting over so many days and years seemed to collapse in this moment. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her.
His breath was as domineering as ever, as though he needed to confirm her existence. His lips and tongue repeatedly licked hers, prying them open without any room for resistance, claiming her mouth entirely.
Her taste was just as sweet and intoxicating, her soft lips like flowers blooming for the first time in spring, and the sweetness from her mouth akin to nectar.
This was probably the only sensation he could feel right now.
His woman. His lost and found Sophia Diaz.