Sophia angrily closed her eyes, deliberately staying still and silent, pretending to be asleep while he busied himself behind her.
Capone wasn't annoyed either. He patiently kissed the back of her neck, blowing away the soft strands of her hair. The warmth of his breath brushed her skin, making a flush slowly rise. His hand, which had been resting on her chest, began to toy with the pink-tipped peak, circling around the rosy area, before sliding down from her soft stomach to the delicate area below. His long middle finger expertly ventured into her secret garden, encountering the moisture already gathered there. Satisfied, he smiled, pressing against the tender petals, alternating between light and firm pressure without rushing to enter the source of the nectar.
He didn't believe she could keep pretending to be asleep like this.