Page 80 of Twisted Obsession

‘We tried that before,’ I countered.

‘We did, and now we’re older and wiser. The two of us deserve a life, like the rest of our siblings.’

Pain consumed me at the thought of our families once again at war with each other and, as if he recognised that, Dante brought my focus back to him and him alone. Feeling completelyout of control of my own body, I jumped again when he finally pulled the loose cufflink from his shirt and it hit the floor like its predecessor. The sound ringing out in my head brought me back from my concerns, to focus on the beauty of the man in front of me, like he knew it would.

‘You have no need to be scared, love,’ Dante voiced in concern, after watching my reaction.

I shook my head at him as I tried to quell the fire that was building inside me.

‘It’s the thought of having to use force that scares me,’ I confirmed. ‘I’m not scared of you, of us… But I’m a bit… well, I’m apprehensive of my own needs.’

‘I’m going to take good care of you, Giovanna.’

‘I know,’ I whispered back, unable to fully focus as I prepared to see the beauty that was Dante Giordano. Studying him, I took in his strong hands, his tanned, olive coloured skin, and the well-kept, but longer stubble on his face. Dante might have once made a stand against the devil himself, but he had come away from that altercation with an even greater arrogance than the young man I remembered having. In fact, it was his arrogance I wasn’t sure of all those years before, but now I found it part of the attraction I had for him, that and his undeniable confidence.

As he shrugged his shoulders out from the expensive dress shirt he was wearing, I could see that the lean, muscular boy I’d once known, had grown broader. In the middle of his chest hung the dog tags I presumed he’d been given when he enlisted, and a silver chain off which hung what looked like a St Christopher. Moving my gaze, I found well-defined muscles I couldn’t name, on his shoulders, arms, and chest. With my eyes travelling greedily downwards, I allowed them to go over the undulations of his abdominal muscles. There, right above the black leather belt of his trousers, I found the start of what I knew would be a perfect V of muscle. The same muscle I’d seen only recentlyon Michelangelo’s statue of David, in Florence, and I felt myself hold my breath.

A deep rumble left him.

‘Do you like what you’re looking at?’ he questioned, as a smirk made the corners of his mouth twitch.

‘Yes.’ The one solitary word was all I could force out. My throat felt tight, and my head was light. Between my legs was beginning to feel damp and my core muscles were tightening in anticipation. I had needs and wants I couldn’t put a voice to. I only knew it was him and only him that would be able to sate them all.

So, this is how I am meant to feel.

‘Good, cause I’m all yours, love.’

The sudden snap of Dante’s belt as he unbuckled it and pulled it abruptly through the air, made me gasp. He released the top button of his trousers and after pulling his zip down, he allowed his trousers to drop and pool at his feet. With speed he discarded what was left of his clothing and shoes, and once again stood tall, in front of me. His cock bobbed between us, leaving me in no doubt just how much he wanted me. His cock was beautiful; large, with distinct veins circling his wide girth. I felt my breathing becoming shallower as I watched his need for me bead onto his smooth crest, and instinctively my tongue darted out from my mouth to wet my lips, as I desperately attempted to taste him on the air around us.

‘Dante.’ His name was all I could voice as I took in the completely naked body of my husband.

As though me voicing his name was a starting gun, finally, he was moving. He fell onto his knees, and slammed his elbows into the mattress, making it dip with his weight.

‘Eyes on me, Giovanna.’

Reaching up the bed, he roughly took hold of my ankles, before pulling me down the soft comforter to meet him. WhenI was where he wanted me to be, with my ankles still in his hold, he pushed them back towards my backside, and in doing so caused my knees to bend and my legs to open wide.

‘Relax.’ As he spoke, and as if my body was no longer under my control at all, my knees fell open on the bed, leaving me completely exposed to him.

Releasing an ankle, he pushed a finger into the side of the thin piece of elastic at my hip. Pulling suddenly, I felt and heard the elastic rip, and he pulled my panties away. Balling them up in his hand, he inhaled the smell of my arousal before throwing them away to the side.

‘Fuck… you’re more than I could have ever imagined. Your beautiful pussy is glistening with need. The smell of you is sweet, and just as I remembered.’ I heard his exhale and witnessed him close his eyes. Then I allowed my head to fall back, embarrassed by the fact I liked the way he was speaking to me, when I wasn’t sure if I should or not.

‘Giovanna,’ he encouraged, and immediately I brought my head back up to witness him between my legs. ‘Why are you embarrassed?’

‘I’m…’ I attempted to answer. ‘It’s just that no one has ever spoken to me like you are.’

‘Good fucking job.’ He blew sharply against my wet lips and my now engorged clitoris, and I jumped and mewled in response. ‘No one will ever know you like this, amore mio… no one.’

Guilt hit me fast.

Does it matter that I’m not a virgin?

Will it matter to him?

We had been apart years, and he knew I was engaged, but more than that I understood what he was saying was true. I had lost my virginity, but in the few times I’d had sex, I already knew that there was no intimacy there at all. No one would ever see melike this, touch me like this, only Dante would and could. So, was it necessary, especially at this very pivotal moment?

‘Dante…’ Thinking again, I started to tell him, to be honest with him, when he started moving and all coherent thoughts were lost to me. Dante trailed his mouth over each of my legs in turn, as he began to kiss and nibble his way up, scuffing my skin with the stubble on his face. Ridiculously, with that minuscule amount of contact, my arousal heightened. As inside my head I imagined his mouth travelling nearer, and at last encountering the place in between my legs that was now soaking wet and throbbing in time with my heightened blood pressure, which I could hear behind my ear drums as it sounded out its demands.

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