Well, hi! I'm not new at writing but I'm new in the Bond category. I'm a follower of the franchise and a fan of Monica Bellucci. I know this is short, but if you like it, I'd love to continue it.
"Where?"
"In the Palacio Cardenza" Lucia breathed roughly at the feeling of his lips against her neck.
Done. He had the information, he didn't need to be there anymore. But indeed, he wanted to…
His soft hands took her voluptuous body by side into his arms. He walked the necessary, with her being pushed in his direction by his steps.
"Are you sure of what you're going to do, James?" she said with a sort of a warning tone, in the middle of the walking.
"What do you mean?"
"Me."
"I don't think I can have more clarity in my decisions now." And right after that, their lips crushed intensely. He thought that he could feel the loneliness of this woman in her body… He did not know exactly what it was. But he knew the solitude lived inside Lucia.
Those deep eyes, brown there, full of somethings, looked at him again. As if they wanted to say something but her mouth didn't.
Against Lucia's body, the sheets of her bed caressed the back of her legs.
She had forgotten that her dress was ripped off only to her hips, when his hands slipped it down and it feel to the floor, making an almost imperceptible noise.
There was something she was starting to like about him...