Page 91 of The Don's Eternal Vows

"Careful, tesoro," I murmur, steadying her as we approach our luxurious canvas haven. "The day isn't over yet."

She looks up at me, her hazel eyes reflecting the dying light. "What else could you possibly have planned, Gianni?"

I don't answer, guiding her inside. The tent's interior is bathed in soft, warm light from strategically placed lanterns. Plush rugs cover the floor, and the massive bed is piled high with silken pillows. A bottle of champagne and two glasses chilled on the side.

"You spoil me," Genoveva whispers, her voice catching.

I turn to her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair. Without a word, I scoop her into my arms. She lets out a small gasp of surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck.

"Gianni, what are you-"

"Shh," I interrupt, carrying her towards the bed. She weighs nothing in my arms, yet the trust in her eyes is heavier than any burden I've ever borne. "Let me take care of you, amore."

As I lay her gently on the bed, I'm struck by a memory – carrying her across the threshold of our first home together after we got married. How far we've come.

"What are you thinking?" Genoveva asks, her fingers trailing down my nose and giving it a soft tap.

I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I'm thinking that you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

A sultry smile plays on Genoveva's lips as she pulls me closer, desire smoldering in her gaze. “Tell me more,” she purrs, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

I laugh and place myself above her, propping on my arms, my thighs pinning her beneath me. I take her hands and place them beneath mine, leaning down to give her a series of soft kisses.

She giggles and tries to wiggle away playfully, but I only hold her down harder. "Gianni," she sings, her voice husky with desire, "I'm not one to surrender easily."

A playful glint shines in her eyes, challenging me.

I meet her gaze with a smirk as I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath my lips when I reach the top corner of her breast.

I murmur against her skin, "Then it's a good thing I enjoy a challenge, my love."

With a swift movement, she flips us over so that now she straddles me. The hunger in her eyes matches mine as she leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that ignites a fierce inferno between us.

The anticipation crackles between us like electricity. Genoveva's breath hitches, her dark eyes locked on mine. I can see the flecks of gold in them, illuminated by the soft lantern light.

"Gianni," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers thread through my hair, nails lightly scraping my scalp. My hand cups her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone before I trail down to the buttons of her dress.

She watches as I slowly unbutton the first one. My eyes flicker to the small hint of her cleavage, and I feel my cock grow. With a growl, I fuck patience and grab her dress, ripping it open. She’s now sitting on top of me in a half-torn dress and gorgeous breasts spilling out from a half-cupped lace bra and she’s never looked sexier.

She gasps, her cheeks flushed with excitement and suddenly, it’s like we’re two hormone-fuelled teenagers. Her fingers reach for my belt while I hike up her dress. She throws the belt across the room and lifts herself off to get off my pants and boxers. Meanwhile, my shirt comes right off.

I feel her soaked panties against my hard cock now as she sits back down. Slowly, I trace my finger from between her cleavage down to her belly, further down, until it twists around the edgeof her panties. She involuntarily shivers, and I can feel the dampness of her underwear soak through the material.

"You're driving me insane," she murmurs, her hips bucking slightly in unspoken demand for more. I pull and let the panty slap back against her skin. Then, I slide my fingers in through the material and dip into her wet heat, eliciting a moan.

I watch as her eyes flutter shut, head falling back with the intensity of the sensation. My fingers slip in and out easily, coated with her sweet nectar.

I lift a finger to my lips, tasting her, before I grab her thighs and throw her down beside me, now straddling her instead. I slide down her panties before she can even register what’s happened and bury my face in her wet center. My tongue darts out to taste her, savoring her intoxicating flavors.

Genoveva's hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she moans my name. I delve deeper, my tongue swirling around her pussy, as she gasps and whimpers above me. Her hips buck against my mouth, urging me on.

"Gianni," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me."

I pull back with a grin, positioning myself at her entrance. She gazes up at me with a mixture of desire and love in her eyes as I slowly thrust into her. The warmth envelops my cock, and I surrender to the pleasure as her walls tighten around me, drawing me deeper with each thrust.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to go faster. Her hands grip my back, nails digging into my skin, leaving marks that I'll proudly wear as memories of this incredible night.

"You're mine," I growl, thrusting deeper. "Only mine."

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