Page 75 of The Don's Eternal Vows

"You're everything to me, Genoveva," he growls, his calloused hands roaming my body.

I arch into his touch, craving more. "Show me," I breathe.

He doesn't hesitate. With a sharp tug, my bra tears away. I gasp at the sudden exposure, but it turns into a moan as his fingers find my breasts. The roughness of his palms against my soft skin ignites a fire within me.

"Gianni," I whimper, threading my fingers through his hair.

His mouth replaces his hands, tongue swirling around my nipple. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight between my legs. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second.

As if reading my thoughts, Gianni's hand slides lower. His fingers brush against me as he hikes up my skirt and follows the path down through the thin fabric of my panties, and I buck my hips involuntarily.

"Please," I beg, not caring how desperate I sound. “I want more, now.”

Gianni's eyes meet mine, dark with desire. "Patience, love," he murmurs, but I can hear the strain in his voice. He's as desperate as I am.

With a swift motion, he tears my panties away. He brings a finger to his lips and wets it before trailing down to the landing of my pussy, trailing further down until I feel his tip at my entrance. He slides a finger between my folds, feeling how slick I am for him. A small, satisfied grunt escapes him as he pushes further inside me, making me moan in response.

The feel of his finger there is almost too much to bear, reminding me of what’s more to come—all of him. I buck my hips as he glides it in and out, tapping the top of my walls. I clench my pussy, wanting more.

He flicks his thumb against my clit, his finger now curved, and I buck off the desk. “Please, fuck me,” I moan.

He doesn’t listen, sliding in another finger.

I reach down and grab his shirt, pulling him closer to me. "Now, Gianni," I plead, my voice laced with urgency. "Please."

He doesn't need a second invitation. He groans, his self-control snapping. He pulls out his fingers and positions himself at my entrance, our bodies aligned perfectly before he rips off his clothes.

The sight of his naked body above me alights me with a whole new degree of desire. His chiseled abs, defined biceps and the hard length of his cock leaves me breathless.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands.

I do as he says without hesitation.

For a moment, he looks at me, his gaze flickering over my naked, open form. Then, without warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep within me in one smooth move. The moment he enters me, my world explodes into a thousand pieces—heat, desire, and longing course through my veins.

I cry out, my back arching off the desk as pleasure courses through me like wildfire.

"Gianni," I moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin with just the right amount of force. He starts to move, his thrusts hard and rhythmic. Each one sends shivers of pure bliss cascading through me. I wrap my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper into me, begging for more.

He moves slowly at first, allowing me to adjust but quickly picking up speed. The sensations consume me, my mind blanking out save for the feel of him filling me, stretching me, and absolute bliss.

"I've missed this," he growls, his voice raw with emotion. "You."

"Me too," I manage to gasp out, my nails digging into his back.

He releases my hips and glides his hands over the dip of my love handles, measures his hand against my belly, and moves up until he’s cupped my breasts in his palms.

He stares appreciatively like I’m a piece of art. I blush, and he notices his lips curving into a smile. He gently rubs his fingers against my lips.

We move together faster and faster, our bodies a symphony of passion and pent-up longing. The room around us dissolves, leaving only the two of us connected in the most primal way possible.

His hips now crash against mine with a force that threatens to send me over the edge.

"Harder," I pant, digging my nails into his biceps. "Fuck me harder!"

He obliges, slamming into me so hard the desk trembles. I'm lost in a sea of sensations: the way he fills me, the look in his eyes, the way my body clenches around him.

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