His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 

My handhs are duking. 

And that is definitely not something good for a tattoo artist. 

This has never happened before. I’ve done so many tattoos on Julian before. I’ve done them confidently, well 

ntly, and with still hands, they’ve always turned out 

I’m staring at my funds. Watching them tremble. Then I’m looking at Julian laying on his stomach, engaged in his mobile phone, playing some kind of action game I’m not aware of. Watching him and trembling 

Well?” He rasps, and turns to look at me. “I have to get Leo from school, too. So be quick, darlin. Stop staring at your hands.” 

“Yeali.” I whisper. “I’m going to start, okay?” 

I pick up a soft pen and begin to draw a beginning design on his back. 

“Fucking hell, Ginevra, you’re trembling Julian says. “What happened?” 

“I don’t know,” I whisper. I don’t know what is happening. 

He sighs and statuls up. 

“What 

I’m intermpted when Dante takes the pen from my hand. A slight shiver of worry runs through me. No one wants to get a tattoo from an artist who can’t control her fucking hands. And if Julian decides that I’m not good enough anymore, not only will we be losing a precious customer, but I might also lose my only link with him, 

Julian quickly pulls on his shirt, and takes my hand roughly, 

“Wanna get some air?” He asks, a gentle smile on his face. 

I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen this soft, affectionate side of his, ever before. It’s almost as if he cares. As if I matter. As if he really wants to spend time 

with me. 

I nod. “If you have time, Capo Bastone.” 

Julian smiles. “Fuck those formalities, Ginevra. Call me Julian,” 

“Everyone calls you Dante, Capo Bastone.” 

Julian throws his head back and laughs. He cocks his head to the side as his lips curl up into a lopsided smirk. 

If I could I’d take a moment to appreciate this absolute work of art. God must have been ecstatic while making him. 

“My Ginevra,” he says, and pulls me to him by the arm, his chest colliding with mine, “you saying my name sounds like sin. It makes me want to fuck 

the shit out of 

oh my 

poignant way of making you breathless, of keeping you on your toes, 

Julian Dante Rivera has a very polinar 

I sigh deeply, licking my lips, Julian,” I breathe. 

His eyes darken. 

“You like to play, huh, baby?” 

“Play?” I hat may eyelashes. “Whatever do you mean?”” 

And then were kissing. I don’t know who starts it. I don’t know if 

who leaned in or if it was him who forced his tongue into my mouth but I a 

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know that our mouths are pressed together in raging fervour and I absolute cannot get enough of kissing him. 

Julian’s hand reaches up my breast, and he squeezes, earning a gasp from me. Our lips part for a second. 

He won’t have any of it. He grabs me by the nape of my neck and his tongue snakes into my mouth – owning me, tasting every inch, every corner. 

It takes lots of practice to be kissing like this. For once, I don’t mind. 

“I want you so 

so bad.” He whispers against my lips, his hand reaching to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down, as he goes down along with them, getting on his knees, pushing my underwear to the side as his mouth lands on my pussy. 

Oh my god. 

No one has ever eaten me out before. 

Now I know what the fuss is about. And he’s barely even started. 

Julian is an expert with his tongue. I’m gasping in seconds. 

What a God 

What a fucking sex God, 

“Oh Jesus. My head goes back in pleasure, and Julian smirks, “That’s not my name, Ginevra.” 

“Julian.” I gasp. “Don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t. He goes on until I come. Until I’m seeing stars. 

“Sweet,” he murmurs, as he pulls away, “You taste like vanilla. So sweet.” 

I’m gone and done for. 

“Get cleaned up, darlin‘” He instructs. “We have somewhere to go.” 

I can only nod. 

I quickly text Gabriel that I’m going out so that he can come to the shop and look after it. 

Julian is waiting outside, looking in his phone. I blush when I look at him. 

“Hey.” I say. 

What the fuck 

Julian laughs. “Hi, Ginevra.” And pulls me in for a long kiss 

My lips turn up into a smile. 

“Where are we going?” 

To get Leo from school. Maybe if you’re a good girl, we can get something to eat later.” 

I roll my eyes. “Good girl,” I scoll. “You’re not my father.” 

“You can call me daddy, though.”