I look at him as I try to process what he said. It almost translates perfectly.Only for him?He slowly pushes in further. He grabs my neck, bringing his lips to mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me.
He moves inside me, pushing in and out slowly. “I want all of you. Give yourself to me. Let go.”
His words calm me in a way that I cannot begin to explain. I dig my nails into his back, pulling him in closer to me, begging for more.How can something hurt so bad but feel so good?
Each sound that falls out of his mouth makes me lose every sense I had left in me.
His grip around my wrists tightens, holding me captive in his arms, his weight falling on top of me, licking and biting my neck.
The way he kisses my neck makes my skin sting with satisfaction.
I need him. I don’t think I could ever be without him anymore.
“Ah, fuck.” He groans, holding the back of my head in the palms of his hands. I feel tiny in his arms.
I’m so filled by him it pains me. I hold in a whimper, my hand grabbing my mouth.
“No.” Giovanni takes my hand off my mouth. “Let me hear how I make you feel.”
A tremble fills me as my fingers curl around his neck. His voice is so deep it makes me forget how to breathe.
I hold onto him as I feel all of him. Skin to skin, nothing in between us.
I feel everything.
I moan into his ear, making his skin shudder.
His words make me weak, with every thrust bringing me close.
I knew being with him would be intense, but whatever I thought before has washed away from my thoughts. It is so much more than I ever thought it would be.
My legs tighten around him as I climax, heat pulsating in my core around him. He kisses me with a purpose.
With his lips wet, his kisses rough and messy, he marks my neck, staking his claim on me.
His fist grabs a handful of my hair, his body hovering over mine. His thumb runs over my bottom lips as a low grumble of satisfaction falls from his throat. His lips hover over mine as he spills inside of me, dripping onto the bed.
I couldn’t escape him now even if I wanted to.
His breath begins to slow down. He trails the tips of his fingers down the side of my body.
I am his, and he is mine.
He shakes his head. “Those clothes you bought today,amore mio?” His voice is deep and out of breath.
“What about them?” I say as his head falls onto my bare chest. My fingers run through his hair, trying to hold him closer to me even though I couldn’t be any closer.
“I want them in my closet by tomorrow.”
“Done.” I sound fully invested in him, because I am.
31GIOVANNI
Pulled from my sleep, the eye of a pistol is placed against my forehead.
I look over at Nina who is still sleeping and pull the sheets over her, turning my attention back over to the figure holding the gun to my head.