Page 62 of The Don's Eternal Vows

"Hold onto me," he growls, his gravelly voice sending shivers down my spine. My fingers tighten in his hair. Another hand rests on his shoulder.

I barely have time to brace myself before he flicks his tongue across my slit. I throw my head back, my hips bucking involuntarily as muffled cries of pleasure escape my lips. His hands grip my thighs tighter, and he begins to flick his tongue over my clit, hot and insistent.

My head is now permanently against the wall as waves of pleasure crash over me. My legs tremble, threatening to give out, but Gianni's strong hands keep me upright as he grips my thighs with extreme pressure.

"God, Gianni," I pant, my hips rocking involuntarily against his face.

He responds by redoubling his efforts, his tongue working me into a frenzy. I feel alive and electrified, every nerve ending and singing with sensation. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

When I think I can't take anymore, Gianni slams a hand on my stomach, bucking me against the wall, and instantlyslides another finger inside me, curling it just right. The dual stimulation pushes me over the edge, making me go insane.

“Fuck, Gianni,” I moan and clench his hair tighter as my legs begin to shake. My back lurches off the wall, but Gianni pushes me back again with his hand on my abdomen. His tongue flicks harder, his finger rams faster. My body convulses, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I cry out his name.

As the aftershocks subside, I slump against the wall, breathing heavily. Gianni rises, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. Without warning, he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"Bed. Now," he manages between kisses, while I fumble with the buttons of his shirt and he with the zip of my dress.

We move in a tangle of limbs and half-shed clothing, desire making us clumsy and urgent. By the time we hit the mattress, we're both naked, skin sliding against skin.

Gianni positions himself above me, his dark eyes locking with mine. I feel him at my entrance, hard and ready. He enters me slowly, deliberately, filling me inch by delicious inch. My breath catches in my throat.

"More," I whisper, my hands sliding down to grip his firm ass. I pull him closer, urging him deeper.

A low growl escapes his throat as he complies, burying himself to the hilt. For a moment, we're perfectly still, savoring the connection.

Then Gianni begins to move.

His thrusts start slow and measured but quickly build in intensity. I match his rhythm, my hips rising to meet each powerful stroke. The bed creaks beneath us, a counterpoint to our ragged breathing and muffled moans.

"God, Genoveva," Gianni pants, his gravelly voice thick with desire. "You feel so good."

I can't form words, lost in the sensations overwhelming me. Gianni's large hands grip my waist, holding me steady as he drives into me. The familiar sensation of pleasure begins to build low in my belly.

The fucking takes on an almost hypnotic quality. The world narrows to just us - the slap of skin on skin, the building pressure, the shared breaths. Gianni's eyes never leave mine. He lurches up, his cock hitting against the underside of my clit.

The tension mounts, a white-hot point of pleasure spreading through my body. My back arches involuntarily, my head pressing into the pillow as the sensation crests. With a cry, I shatter, waves of ecstasy washing over me.

Gianni follows moments later, his rhythm faltering as he finds his release. He collapses onto me, our bodies trembling with aftershocks.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, Gianni rolls to his side, pulling me with him. I nestle into the crook of his arm, my head resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat soothes me, and I feel the tendrils of sleep beginning to tug at my consciousness.

"Ti amo, Genoveva," Gianni murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion and emotion.

I trace lazy patterns on his skin, savoring the warmth of his body against mine. "I love you too," I whisper back, my eyes growing heavy.

Gianni's arms tighten around me, and I feel the press of his lips against my forehead. The gesture is tender and protective, and for a moment, I allow myself to forget about all that’s happened.

As I drift off, I can't shake the feeling that something is waiting for me in the depths of my subconscious. The thought of the underworld flickers at the edges of my mind, a dark reminder of what's missing in my life. As I fall asleep, I dream.

Hades stands above me, arms outstretched. “Come home, Genoveva,” his dangerous voice says, lulling me to sleep.

And for some strange reason, I feel at peace.

Chapter 27

Gianni

One Saturday afternoon, I sit at my desk trying to wrap up a list of payments I must authorize. I rush through it, hoping to have the rest of the afternoon free to spend with Genoveva.

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