The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 110

110 The Kiss

110 The Kiss

Moonlight spilled through the window, painting his face in silver and shadow. 1

His eyes, soft and unreadable, locked with hers.

For a heartbeat, they just looked at each other.

No words, no teasing, just the quiet hum of something neither of them dared to name.

Then Axel reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

His touch lingered a second longer than necessary, his warm fingers brushing her cheek.

“Evelyn…” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “I missed you today.”

“You saw me this morning.”

He smiled faintly. “That was too long ago.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. The air between them grew thick.

Then his hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face upward.

Axel lowered his head, too close to make Evelyn’s heart race.

When his lips met hers, it wasn’t wild or hurried; it was slow, deliberate, and tender. The kind of kiss that made everything else fade

away.

It was a kiss that spoke of apology, longing, and promises unspoken.

Her fingers found their way to his chest, resting against his heartbeat. She could feel it pounding beneath her palm; steady, strong, and

very real.

For once, she didn’t overthink it. Instead of pulling away, she returned his kiss with an equal passion.

But as the kiss deepened, she felt her breath quicken, her thoughts blur. Axel’s warmth surrounded her completely, his presence

overwhelming yet comforting all at once.

When he finally pulled back, she was left breathless.

He smiled, brushing his thumb along her cheek,

“Now you can sleep.

She wanted to say something, anything, but words failed her.

Instead, she pressed her forehead against his chest and let out a shaky breath.

Axel’s arms wrapped around her again, holding her close.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “For worrying you. For everything.”

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She didn’t answer. Her heart already had.

The quiet stretched once more, but this time, it was peaceful. Safe.

And just as her eyes began to flutter shut, she heard him whisper, almost too softly to catch: “I know you love me, Eve.”

Her eyes snapped open as she looked at him, but by then, Axel had already closed his, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Evelyn looked at him for a long moment, torn between wanting to say something to deny his words and wanting to kiss him again.

In the end, she settled while smiling happily.

And as the night settled around them, her heart, finally, felt at peace.

Morning came far too soon.

Evelyn woke to the soft brush of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, she didn’t move.

The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of someone’s breathing beside her.

It took her a second to remember.

Then everything from last night came flooding back: the worry, the teasing, the kiss, the warmth of his arms around her.

Her lips curved slightly. Axel.

He was still asleep, his arm resting around her waist as if claiming her even in his dreams.

His body radiated heat against her back, and every slight shift of his breathing sent tiny sparks down her spine.

Usually, she would’ve pushed him away by now. But this morning… she didn’t want to.

Instead, she stayed perfectly still, letting herself savor the moment.

The quiet. The warmth. The way her heart felt calm for once.

She’d never imagined mornings could feel like this: soft, safe, and peaceful.

Just her and Axel, existing in this strange, gentle bubble that felt too fragile to disturb.

Her gaze wandered toward the faint outline of his hand over her stomach.

The memory of how he’d kissed her last night came back; slow, patient, tender enough to undo every wall she’d ever built.

Her face heated just thinking about it. She couldn’t remember when she had last felt so… alive like now.

Careful not to wake him, Evelyn turned slightly to face him.

Axel’s hair was a mess, falling across his forehead, his features softer in sleep than she’d ever seen them.

He looked nothing like the cold, dangerous man everyone else feared. Not right now.

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He looked human. Hers.

Her fingers hesitated in the air, tempted to brush a lock of his hair away.

She stopped halfway, scolding herself silently.

‘No, Evelyn, don’t start getting clingy.

But it was already too late. A quiet laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

She was in trouble. Real trouble. Because somehow, this man had managed to slip past her defenses, and now she couldn’t imagine her

life without him in it.

Her heart clenched when she saw his eyelash flutter open.

“Staring again?” His voice came suddenly, deep and rough with sleep.

Evelyn froze, wide–eyed.

“You… you’re awake?”

One corner of his mouth lifted in that lazy smirk.

“Hard not to be when my wife’s burning holes into my face with her eyes.”

Her cheeks turned pink instantly.

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