[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: A New Beginning of Forever

Charles’s smile grew brighter, his eyes shining with the kind of happiness that had been missing from them for far too long.

Mark let out a soft chuckle before sliding one hand down to intertwine their fingers.

Charles smiled, assuming Mark was leading him toward the beautifully decorated poolside tent. Instead, Mark gently guided him back inside the villa.

The moment they stepped into the dining area, Charles stopped in his tracks.

His breath caught again.

The room had been transformed into a breathtaking romantic haven. Warm candlelight flickered from every corner, casting a golden glow over the elegant dining table set for two. Exquisite dishes had already been prepared, while delicate rose petals were scattered across the table and floor, their sweet fragrance filling the air.

Charles stood there speechless, slowly taking in every beautiful detail.

Mark smiled quietly before stepping forward and pulling out a chair for him.

"Sit down, pretty."

Charles smiled and took his seat.

Instead of taking the seat opposite Charles, Mark quietly walked over to a corner of the room. He picked up a massive, breathtaking bouquet of fresh flowers and held it behind his back as he made his way back to the table.

Completely unaware of what Mark was doing, Charles remained captivated by the beautifully arranged dinner, a bright smile lingering on his face.

Then... "Pretty," Mark called softly.

Charles looked up, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

A gentle smile spread across Mark’s face.

He slowly brought the bouquet from behind his back and held it out to Charles.

"These are for you."

Charles’s eyes widened.

"Wow..."

A bright smile spread across his face as he quickly stood up to accept the bouquet. He brought the flowers closer, breathing in their sweet fragrance before wrapping one arm around them and the other around Mark’s neck.

"Thank you, baby," he whispered. "They’re absolutely beautiful."

Mark smiled and wrapped his arms around Charles, resting his chin lightly on his shoulder.

"Do you like them?" he asked softly.

Charles pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, his smile warmer than ever.

"I do," he whispered. "I love them."

His eyes softened.

"And I love you so much, Mark."

Mark’s gaze filled with quiet devotion.

"I love you even more, Charles."

They returned to their seats, and Charles carefully placed the bouquet beside him, unable to stop admiring the beautiful flowers.

As he did, Mark reached down, picked up a sleek designer shopping bag, and gently placed it on the table.

Charles blinked before looking up at him.

"Is this for me too?"

Mark nodded, a warm smile curving his lips.

"Yes, pretty."

A breathless laugh escaped Charles.

"Oh my God, Mark..." He shook his head in disbelief, a smile lighting up his face. "I’m falling in love with you all over again."

Mark’s smile deepened. "That’s exactly what I was hoping for."

Charles eagerly pulled the bag closer and opened it.

Inside was a collection of breathtaking luxury gifts, a classic designer wristwatch, a dazzling diamond necklace that shimmered beneath the candlelight, a matching silver bracelet, and a bottle of luxurious cologne.

Charles stared at them in stunned silence, his eyes slowly filling with tears.

"Baby..." he whispered. "You’re spoiling me so much."

"This is only the beginning, pretty," Mark replied gently.

Another tear escaped Charles’s eyes. He quickly wiped it away and laughed softly through his emotions.

"Thank you so much." He smiled apologetically. "I feel so bad now. If I had known you were planning all of this, I would’ve prepared something for you too. Now I don’t have anything to give you."

Mark chuckled, reaching across the table to gently squeeze Charles’s hand.

"If I’d told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise." He smiled warmly. "And you don’t have to give me anything, Charles. Having your love is more than enough for me."

Charles looked into his eyes for a long moment before slowly shaking his head.

"No, baby."

A playful smile slowly curved his lips. "I may not have a wrapped gift for you..."

His voice dropped into a soft, teasing whisper, " But I’ll give you myself."

Before Mark could respond, Charles stood up from his chair.

He smiled mischievously. "Dinner can wait."

He walked slowly around the table, never taking his eyes off Mark.

Mark immediately started to rise from his chair, wanting to reassure him.

"Charles, you really don’t have to—"

But Charles didn’t let him finish.

He stepped between Mark’s legs and gently pressed a hand against his chest, guiding him back into the leather chair.

In one smooth, bold movement, Charles climbed onto Mark’s lap and straddling him, wrapped his arms around Mark’s neck.

He leaned down, his breath warm against Mark’s neck. "Let me take care of you tonight," Charles murmured, his voice dripping with sweet temptation. "Eat me before you eat dinner."

Mark swallowed hard, his hands instinctively finding Charles’s hips to steady him. The sheer heat of Charles’s body against his was driving him crazy, but he tried to hold on to his restraint. "Charles... I didn’t do all of this because I was expecting anything. I just wanted to make you happy and..."

Charles didn’t let him say another word. He leaned in and captured Mark’s lips in a deep, silencing kiss, murmuring breathlessly against his mouth, "I know. But I want you so bad, Mark. Eat me right here." Charles whispered, voice wrecked and demanding. "Don’t hold back."

Any lingering restraint Mark possessed shattered instantly. A low, dark growl escaped his throat. He tightened his grip on Charles’s waist, pulling his hips flush against his own, and kissed him back with a deep, consuming passion that promised to show Charles exactly how much he was wanted.

Charles slowly began to rock his hips against Mark’s lap, shifting his weight to grind his bottom directly against Mark’s cock. The friction was immediate and intense, sending a jolt of heat straight to Mark’s core.

Charles’s kisses wandered away from Mark’s lips, trailing a path of burning heat over his jawline, down to his earlobe, and onto the sensitive skin of his neck. Charles sucked gently on the column of Mark’s throat, leaving a dark mark as he ground down onto him again, harder this time.

The friction of their bodies was driving them both insane. With every slow, deliberate roll of Charles’s hips, Mark felt himself growing incredibly thick and hard beneath his trousers. His length pressed rigidly against the seam of his pants, pushing tightly against Charles’s bottom.

Unable to bear the barrier of their clothes any longer, Mark’s hands tore at the hem of Charles’s shirt. When the buttons proved too slow, Mark gripped the fabric and pulled it apart in one sharp motion. The buttons flew off, clattering across the floor, exposing Charles’s smooth chest to the cool air.

Mark immediately leaned down, his mouth replacing his hands as he sucked a wet trail down Charles’s collarbone to his chest, swirling his tongue around one small, pert nipple before pulling it into his mouth.

Charles threw his head back, a breathless groan escaping his lips. "Mark... ah!"

"Take it, pretty," Mark growled against his skin, his hands gripping Charles’s bare waist so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Needing to feel everything, Charles pushed himself up off Mark’s lap. Without a word, he quickly stripped off his pants and underwear. Mark followed suit, his movements hurried and desperate as he shed his own clothes, throwing them onto the floor. In seconds, both of them stood completely naked in the warm candlelight, their hard, throbbing lengths fully exposed and aching for release.

Mark reached up, grabbing Charles’s hand and pulling him back down onto his lap. Charles straddled him once more, their bare skin meeting with a heat that made them both gasp. They crashed their lips together in a messy, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling as they drank in each other’s moans.

Pulling back slightly, his breath coming in ragged pants, Mark glanced toward the poolside tent. "The lube... It’s out there in the tent," he murmured.

"Don’t worry about it," Charles whispered, his eyes dark with desire.

Charles spat onto the palm of his hand, coating his fingers in wet warmth, and reached down between them. He wrapped his slick hand around Mark’s thick, rigid dick, stroking him quickly a few times to coat the head.

Mark let out a heavy, guttural gasp at the direct contact, his fingers digging into the leather of the chair.

Charles leaned up, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to Mark’s lips before lifting his hips. He guided the wet tip of Mark’s thick cock directly against his tight entrance. Taking a deep, trembling breath, Charles slowly began to sink his hips back down.

The heat was overwhelming. Charles stretched around him, a low, needy whine escaping his throat as he forced himself to relax, letting every single inch of Mark’s length slide deep inside him.

"Ah... God, Mark," Charles gasped, his chest heaving as he settled fully onto Mark’s lap, completely filled.

Mark let out a deep, shaking groan, his head falling back against the chair as his vision went hazy from the tight, wet warmth enveloping him. "You’re so tight, baby... so perfect."

Once the initial stretch subsided, Charles began to move. He gripped Mark’s broad shoulders for leverage and began to slowly lift and drop his hips, riding Mark with a steady, torturous rhythm. With every downward thrust, Mark penetrated him fully, hitting deep inside.

Unable to play the passive partner any longer, Mark gripped the fleshy curves of Charles’s ass, using his strength to lift him slightly and thrusting his hips upward. The dual movement made their bodies collide with a heavy, wet rhythm.

"Ah! Yes... Right there, Mark!" Charles cried out...