18. Gio #2
"Gio..." she whispers, her fingers instantly tangling in my hair as I lean down.
I don't answer. I lean my chest against her inner thighs, my mouth finding the highly sensitive center of her heat.
The first touch of my tongue makes her entire body shudder, her back arching completely off the sheets with a sharp, broken gasp.
I hold her hips steady with my hands, my fingers digging deep into her soft flesh as I establish a slow rhythm with my mouth.
I taste the salt and the sweet musk of her, my tongue dragging upward with an agonizing pressure that makes her moan my name into the quiet bedroom.
"G-Gio... oh, god... please," she sobs, her hands clenching the sheets, her hips rolling instinctively against my mouth to seek the friction.
I don't let up. I speed the pace, my tongue moving with a precise, relentless pressure, working in tandem with the hot stroke of my thumb.
The tension inside her is nuclear, a tight, suffocating heat that I can feel pulsing against my lips.
Her thighs shake against my shoulders, her fingers clawing frantically at my hair to hold me against her as the waves of her climax begin to build.
"I'm going to... Gio, now, I'm—"
She screams my name, her body convulsing violently as her release crashes over her. I stay pressed against her, my tongue taking the frantic, pulsing spasms of her core as she shudders beneath my hands, her muscles clamping down in a tight, desperate squeeze that leaves her completely spent.
I let her ride the waves of her release before I slowly slid up her body.
I stand over her, my breathing ragged as I unbuckle my belt and strip my dark trousers and boxer briefs down. My thick length springs free, fully hard and throbbing violently against my lower abdomen.
I drop back down between her knees. I grab her ankles, pushing them back toward her shoulders, opening her up to the firelight and my dark, burning gaze. Her skin is flushed pink, her core still hot and slick from her release.
I align the crown of my cock with her wet entrance and drive myself deep inside her with one heavy, deliberate thrust.
Lina lets out a loud, broken scream, her back arching off the sheets as I stretch her to the absolute limit, my chest heaving violently against her bare breasts as my body adjusts to the suffocating, tight heat of her.
She claws at my bare shoulders, her fingernails sinking into my muscles, trying to take the weight of me.
"G-Gio… oh my god," she sobs, her head flinging back into the pillow, her throat exposed and beautiful.
"Look at me, Lina," I command, my voice dropping to a low, warning growl.
She opens her eyes, her pupils blown out so wide there is barely any amber left.
I pull back, sliding nearly completely out of her wet heat, and then drive back in, hard and deep, hitting the very back of her womb.
A sharp, high-pitched gasp escapes her lips.
I don't hold back this time. I establish a hard, relentless pace, my boots digging into the floorboards as I thrust into her, over and over.
The slick, wet friction of our bodies is deafening in the quiet bedroom, a wild, raw wave of heat that climbs higher and higher.
She moves with me, her hips rolling instinctively against my hand, her thighs locking around my waist to take the full force of my weight.
I want to mark her. I want to slide inside her until she forgets everything.
"Gio... please... I'm going to..." she sobs, her eyes rolling back as her core begins to convulse around me, clamping down on my cock in a tight, desperate squeeze.
"Cum for me, piccola," I growl against her ear, my chest brushing her nipples, the friction sending a sudden, electric wave straight to my core. "Do it now!. Let me feel it."
She screams my name, her body shuddering violently as the waves of her release crash over her, thick and unyielding.
The tight, pulsing spasms of her core grip my cock, pulling me over the edge.
I let out a low, guttural roar, driving deep inside her one last time, burying myself to the absolute root as my own release explodes, hot and heavy, filling her completely.
But I don't pull away.
I stay inside her, our chests pressing hard against one another, our hearts slamming like trapped birds against our ribs. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweat, lavender, and the raw, heavy heat of our release.
I want you, I think, my chest heaving against hers as the heat slowly begins to cool. Not for the merger. Not for the docks. Not for Palermo.
I want you for me.
The realization terrifies me more than bullets ever could. I have fallen in love with the asset. I have compromised the plan. But as I look down at her soft, sleeping face, her breathing slowing into a deep, peaceful sleep, I know there is no turning back.
My fingers trace the soft line of her jaw.
Tomorrow, I will call Dante. I will have him prepare the ring Salvatore sent from New York, the diamond that belonged to my mother. I will build the perfect, romantic lie. I will ask her to marry me.
And when she says yes, I will keep her safe in the cage of my love, until the war is won and I finally have the courage to tell her the truth.