Page 3 of The Don's Eternal Vows

With that, he takes my lips against his. His lips are rough but soften through the kiss. He slides one hand to my ass, pulling me closer, setting my very skin on fire.

“It’s illegal what you make a woman feel,” I murmur, biting into his lower lip. I sense his smile, and he parts his lips, warring his tongue against mine. Slowly, sleep becomes a foreign concept, and I feel as alive as a bird fluttering through the sky.

My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. The room around us fades away, leaving only the sound of our mingled breaths.

Gianni suddenly places his hands on my hips and flips my body down, roughly positioning me beneath him, his knees enveloping my body between his. It feels delicious; his weightabove me, and how quick he moved to get me under him reminds me of a hunter on the prowl, of a man who knows what he wants. His hands reach for mine, pulling them up above my head, while his eyes devour the way I arch.

He leans down, his lips just inches away from mine. I tilt my head up for more, but he shakes his head slowly, his black raven eyes smoldering a hole through my very soul. All these years, and it still feels like the first time.

"I'd burn this city to the ground for you, Genoveva. You know that, right?"

I nod, a shiver running down my spine. It's not an idle threat. It's a vow.

“I know,” I whisper. “But I hope it doesn’t ever come to that.”

He gives me a small, wry smile and nuzzles his head into my neck, gently sucking and biting into it. A slow, warm thrill begins to form. He pushes both my hands under one of his and takes his other to slide it up my camisole.

I shiver when he traces a line up my inner thighs, each bristle making me shiver, turning that slow thrill into full-on fever.

"Gianni," I gasped, my voice ragged with pleasure and lust.

"I know what you want, Genoveva," he whispers, playing with the delicate skin up the corner of my thigh. "And I'm going to give it to you."

“In this lifetime, hopefully,” I roll my eyes.

He grins and cuts me off from saying anything further by kissing me so damn ferociously that I nearly forget how to breathe. I’m so lost in the sensation of his lips against mine that when the feel of his cold finger entering my wet folds catches me off guard. I freeze with a moan, and he whispers, "Open for me, my sweet Genoveva," into my ear. I shudder under his touch, his finger sliding easily inside me.

His other hand grips around my other wrists, both of his hands now busy – one giving me pleasure, the other making me his.

“Gianni,” I gasp again, not from pain but from the very bliss I feel.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear, sending shivers coursing through my body.

He continues to pump his finger into me, gradually increasing the pace, his finger sliding in and out of me with a rhythm so precise, so beautiful that it’s a shame other women can’t feel what I feel. With each stroke, I match his pace with my hips, feeling more and more primed for him.

"Gods above," I moan, "I need more."

"Do you?" He looms over me like a violent storm brewing on the horizon, trying to keep itself in check.

He lets go of my wrists and crawls down between my legs, gripping my thighs to part them as wide as he can. He looks up just once, and gives me that devilish grin before using his tongue to give me one long lick before settling on my clit.

The heat, the cold, his tongue, his fingers, all intermesh to deliver a cocktail of highs I can’t fathom. I close my eyes and clutch the sheets, letting go of all hold to reality, and he pushes a finger into me, curving it into a C, his tongue flicking my clit.

“Fuck,” I scream when he taps his finger on the spot he’s come to learn gets me best.

I moan his name, arching my back in ecstasy, my vagina clenching around his finger as he continues to drive me to the edge. His other hand reaches up to play with my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

His tongue flicks, and fingers tease me relentlessly, and all my focus is thrown on a small point in my body, where a nucleus of energy begins to form, ready to blow over. I close my eyes, and my breath hitches. In the darkness, I see speckles of light begin to form as my body prepares to shut down and erupt all at once.

“Oh god,” I cry out, clenching my fists through his hair, “Don’t stop.”

My husband knows exactly what I need and gives it to me without hesitation, his tongue dancing with a frantic rhythm that seems to match the pounding of my heart.

I feel like I’m about to be torn apart, and when he pulls his finger out and slams it back in curved just right, I do. That small ball of energy travels through my entire body, forcing me to clench my toes to just stay in place. I lurch off the bed, clutching at the sheets, and scream his name as the orgasm rips through me.

My vagina clenches against his fingers as he patiently waits for me to ride out my high. I come down from the peak and open my eyes to find him looking up at me, his own eyes filled with a fierce satisfaction of having pleased me.

The heavy panting fills the room, and he grins as he grips my thighs tighter.

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