Chapter 17 Amber
AMBER
Iwake up tangled in Giovanni's arms, our naked bodies pressed together under the soft sheets of his bed. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his chest, and for a moment, I just lie there, listening to his steady breathing.
Fully awake, I feel my muscles ache in the best way. It’s a delicious reminder of last night. Just closing my eyes brings it all rushing back—the way he took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips, the filthy words he whispered about claiming me publicly, bending me over that pub table.
Heat pools between my legs again, my pussy growing slick at the memory. I had no clue I'd crave something so raw, so edged with that dark fantasy, until he pulled it out of me.
But once he did, it consumed everything.
Would I change a single thing? Hell no. It was flawless, every thrust and moan hitting just right. And deep down, I knew if I'd uttered 'stop,' he'd have halted in an instant. Not that the thought even crossed my mind. The sex chased away all the worry, just like I needed.
Giovanni stirs beside me, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. His voice rumbles low and sleepy against my ear. "Good morning, gemma mia."
I tilt my head to look at him, curiosity sparking. "What does that mean? The thing you always call me?"
He smiles, lazy and affectionate, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "It means 'my gem' in Italian."
A play on my name, Amber. It's sweet, the kind of intimate detail that makes my chest tighten with warmth, and possessive too, in a way that sends a thrill straight to my core. My heart flutters, and heat spreads through me, making my skin tingle where it touches his.
Our lips meet in a slow kiss, deepening quickly as his tongue slides against mine.
Then he shifts, rolling on top of me, his weight pinning me to the mattress.
He captures my wrists in one large hand, stretching my arms above my head, holding them there with just enough pressure to make me arch up toward him.
"I'm going to have breakfast with your body," he murmurs, eyes dark with hunger as he trails kisses down my neck.
His mouth moves lower, nipping at my collarbone, then my breasts.
He bites down on one nipple, teeth grazing just hard enough to draw a gasp from me, before soothing it with his tongue.
I writhe beneath him, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.
He continues downward, licking a path over my stomach, his free hand parting my thighs.
When his head dips between my legs, I feel his hot breath first, then his tongue flattening against my folds.
He eats me out like he's savoring every inch, lips closing around my clit and sucking gently at first, then harder, sending sparks through my nerves. It's slow, agonizing, building the pressure without mercy.
I squirm, hips bucking up, but he holds me steady, his grip on my wrists unyielding. Moans spill from my lips, growing louder as the ache intensifies. "Giovanni... I can't... please..."
My begs turn incoherent, a jumble of his name and pleas, my body trembling on the edge.
Finally, he sucks harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, and I shatter, coming with a cry that leaves me shaking, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
He doesn't give me time to recover. Releasing my wrists, he positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and pressing at my entrance.
He thrusts in deep, filling me completely, and I wrap my legs around him as he fucks me into the mattress. Each powerful stroke hits that spot inside, building me up again fast. I claw at his back, moaning into his shoulder, and he drives harder, grunting with every plunge.
My second orgasm rips through me, clenching around him, and he follows right after, coming inside with a low groan, his release hot and pulsing.
We lie there panting, his forehead against mine, until his phone buzzes on the nightstand. He reaches for it, glancing at the screen, and his expression shifts—jaw tightening, eyes sharpening. He answers in clipped Italian, listening more than speaking, then hangs up.
"I have to go," he says, voice tense. "Business. You stay here, alright? Spoil yourself. Use the jacuzzi, relax. Don't even think about going to work. I'll handle everything. You, the bills, looking for Coral, checking on Rose. All of it."
I can see the call has wound him up, a shadow crossing his face, but his words ring true. I trust him on this. And if I’m being honest, I need this. Someone who’s willing to help me carry it all, let me catch a breath and stop spinning.
I nod and pull him down for one more kiss at the bedroom door, my hands lingering on his shirt. "Be careful.” From the little I know about mafia Dons and their worlds, it can get intense and dangerous. After the last few hours we’ve spent together, I now worry for Giovanni’s safety.
He nods. One second, he’s squeezing my hand and the next, he's gone, leaving the room echoing with quiet.