Chapter 35
Giana stood within the circle of Rodrigo's arms, pressed against the bare, damp skin of his chest, the frantic hammering of his heart echoing her own.
"Are you going to share those ideas with me?" he asked and kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek, her brow.
"Rodrigo," she said, trying to get the courage to tell him what she wanted. "I need you to help me with something."
He frowned slightly, confusion crossing his features. "Help you with what, amore?"
The endearment, spoken so softly, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
"That night. In Florence. When I made you watch… I want to remake that memory. With you."
Understanding dawned in Rodrigo's eyes. "Giana…"
"You said it in your office this morning that you wanted to take over that night," she said, tracing his jaw with her fingers. "I'm calling you on it, Rodrigo. Help me rewrite it and make it ours without all the hate."
He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze searching hers before he smiled.
"You know I would never be able to deny you anything," he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. He dipped his head, kissing her softly. "Where is it?"
She knew what he meant. The vibrator she had kept from that night was locked in the makeup case, brought from Bodrum.
"The bathroom," she whispered against his lips. "The blue case."
He kissed her again, slow and deep, before pulling back. "Stay here."
Rodrigo moved toward the door connecting their rooms. She watched him go, the powerful line of his back, the way the low light glinted off the damp ends of his dark hair. Her mouth went dry as a single word burned in her mind. Mine. Maybe he wasn't the only one who had a possessive streak.
Rodrigo returned moments later, the vibrator held loosely in his hand. His hungry eyes were fixed on her.
"On the bed," he instructed softly, his voice a velvet rasp that sent sparks skittering down her spine.
Giana moved without hesitation, the thick rug soft beneath her bare feet.
She climbed onto the massive bed, the cool silk sheets whispering against her skin.
She settled against the mountain of pillows, watching as Rodrigo approached.
He placed the vibrator on the nightstand within easy reach, and his gaze swept over her, taking in every detail.
He reached for the hem of her sweater. "May I?"
She nodded, unable to speak, nerves suddenly creeping into her belly. He peeled the soft fabric up and over her head, discarding it carelessly on the floor.
The cool air of the room made her nipples peak instantly beneath the thin lace of her bra. His gaze lingered there for a heated moment before moving lower, to the waistband of her leggings. Another questioning look. She nodded.
Rodrigo hooked his thumbs into the elastic and slowly drew them down her legs, taking her panties with them. The reverence in his touch, the focused intensity of his gaze as he bared her, was more intimate than anything she had experienced before.
Rodrigo tossed the leggings aside, leaving her only in the flimsy lace bra.
He knelt on the bed between her legs, his large hands sliding up her calves, over her knees, to rest on her inner thighs, pushing them gently apart.
His touch was warm, firm, sending tremors through her already sensitized body.
"Beautiful," he murmured, the word a rough caress. His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin of her hips. "You're just so fucking beautiful, Giana."
He leaned down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. Giana whimpered, her head falling back against the pillows. His lips were like brands, trailing a path upward to the apex of her thighs.
He nuzzled the soft curls on her mound, inhaling deeply, the sound sending a fresh jolt of pure, liquid heat straight to her core. His tongue flicked out, a fleeting, soft touch against her already dampening flesh.
"Rodrigo…" His name was a breathless plea. She wanted to tell him she had never done this before, but she choked back the words.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, dark pools of heat and intent.
"Patience, anima mia," he rumbled, a ghost of his usual command in his voice. He reached for the vibrator on the nightstand but didn't turn it on.
Instead, he trailed the smooth tip of it along the same path his lips had taken, up her inner thigh, making her shiver. He circled her entrance, applying the faintest pressure, teasing, but not entering.
"Remember Florence?" he asked, his voice low, hypnotic. His gaze never left hers. "You were so fierce. So defiant. Taking what you wanted, forcing me to watch." He shifted the vibrator, dragging it slowly through her slick folds.
Giana whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily off the mattress, seeking more pressure.
"You bled for your freedom that night," he continued, his thumb joining the vibrator, circling her clit with agonizing slowness. "A queen, even when caged."
He pressed the vibrator more firmly against her clit just enough to tease her.
"Tell me what you want now, Giana," he commanded softly. "Tell me how you want me to help you."
She was trembling, her body coiled tight, every nerve ending screaming.
"I want you to make me feel it," she gasped, arching into his touch. "Like… like it's the first time. But with you."
A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. "Anything for you."
His thumb flicked a switch on the vibrator. A low, insistent hum filled the quiet room. He pressed the vibrating head directly against her clit.
The sensation was immediate, intense, a direct line of pure, electric pleasure straight to her core. He held the vibrator steady, the relentless thrumming sending shockwaves through her, building the pressure with terrifying speed.
"Oh…fuck," she gasped.
Rodrigo's other hand slid up her torso, deftly unhooking her bra and pushing the cups aside, baring her breasts to his gaze and the cool air. He palmed one, his thumb rasping over her taut nipple, adding another layer of sensation that made her gasp.
"Look at me, Giana," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "Look at me the way you did that night."
She forced her eyes open, meeting his burning gaze. He watched her face, studying every flicker of pleasure, every gasp, every clench of her body as the relentless vibration pushed her higher.
Too much. She was hurtling toward the edge, the coil inside her winding impossibly tight.
"Rodrigo… I'm… I can't…" She was panting, her fingers digging into the sheets.
"You can," he growled, his thumb circling her nipple harder, pinching lightly. "Let go. Come for me before I fuck you the way you deserve. Let me see you take your pleasure. Now."
The command, coupled with the exquisite torture of his touch and the vibrator's relentless assault, shattered her control.
A ragged cry tore from Giana's throat as her body convulsed, pleasure rolling through her in blinding, white-hot waves.
Her vision blurred, and her pussy clenched, the orgasm ripping through her with shocking force. She rode it, gasping and shuddering.
Rodrigo watched her come apart, his expression one of fierce, primal satisfaction. He kept the vibrator pressed firmly against her, drawing out the spasms, prolonging the intensity until she was whimpering, oversensitive, her body trembling like a plucked wire.
He turned it off as he leaned down and kissed her pussy. He gave it a slow, hot lick before thrusting his tongue into her and making her grip his thick hair. He didn't stop tonguing her until she came a second time, minutes later, against his lips.
Before Giana could fully catch her breath, before the tremors had even subsided, Rodrigo was moving. He spread her legs wider apart and surged forward. The blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against her slick, swollen entrance.
She was still fluttering from the orgasm, hypersensitive, and the stretch as he pushed inside, deep and hard in one smooth, powerful thrust, stole the air from her lungs all over again.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he seated himself fully within her. He felt huge, impossibly deep, filling her completely.
The slight friction against her oversensitive flesh was almost painful, yet it shot through with sharp, electric jolts of renewed pleasure. He held himself still for a moment, buried to the hilt, his breath coming in harsh rasps against her neck.
"Fuck, you feel… perfect," he groaned.
Giana wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. "Mine."
Rodrigo let out a surprised laugh. "Oh god, yes."
He began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with a force that rocked the bed. It was a relentless claim that echoed his earlier words. He set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
The oversensitivity from the vibrator transformed under the relentless pounding, morphing into a different kind of overwhelming sensation, a deep, throbbing ache that built steadily with every powerful stroke.
Rodrigo leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans. His hands roamed her body, possessive and demanding, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass, tilting her pelvis to take him even deeper.
Giana's legs tightened around him, meeting his thrusts, gasping his name into his mouth, lost in the sheer physicality of it, the raw need.
The world narrowed to the slap of skin on skin, the guttural sounds tearing from their throats, the slick, wet sound of their joining, the overwhelming fullness, and the delicious friction that was rapidly coiling her tighter again.
Just as Giana felt the familiar pressure building toward another climax, a low, dangerous cresting wave, he suddenly pulled out. Giana cried out in protest, her body clenching around emptiness, desperate for the friction, the fullness.