Page 76 of The Don's Eternal Vows

"That's it, love," he grunts, his voice thick with lust.

A climax starts to build within me, like a storm gathering strength. "Gianni," I moan, my nails raking down his back. "I'm—"

"Scream for me," he growls against my neck, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. "Let me hear how much you want me."

I curl my toes, scream his name and close my eyes. I feel that out-of-world sensation begin when his cock hits me, slowly spreading until it reaches my head.

"Genoveva," he moans, his grip on my hips tightening. "I'm—"

"I know," I breathe, my orgasm building, coiling in my core. "Me too."

With a cry, I shatter, my entire body convulsing around his cock. He roars, his grip on my hips like iron and with one last, hard thrust, he follows me over the edge with my name on his lips.

For a brief moment, we're suspended in time, joined together in the throes of passion. Then, with a shudder, he collapses against me, his heart pounding against mine.

"I love you," he whispers into my hair, still catching his breath.

I lift my chin to look at him, my chest heaving. "I love you too.”

The afterglow envelops us like a warm blanket, our bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat as we lie naked on his office couch. Gianni's strong arms cradle me against his chest, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath my ear. I trace lazy patterns on his skin, savoring the quiet intimacy of this moment.

"You're thinking too loud," Gianni murmurs, his gravelly voice vibrating through his chest.

I tilt my head to meet his gaze, those piercing eyes softened in the aftermath of our passion. "Can you blame me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "After everything..."

Gianni's fingers trail along my spine, sending shivers through me. "What's on your mind, cara mia?"

I hesitate, weighing my words carefully. "What happens now, Gianni? With us, with... everything? With the world not knowing I exist?"

His body tenses slightly, and I watch as his expression shifts, the tenderness giving way to a familiar hardness. "Paolo Greco," he says, the name like poison on his tongue.

"He's still a threat," I state, not a question.

Gianni nods, his jaw clenching. "He won't stop until he has what he wants. Or until I put him in the ground."

As Gianni speaks of protection and facing threats, a strange hollowness blooms in my chest. His words should ignite a fire within me, but instead, I feel a chill. My thoughts drift to the underworld, its shadowy embrace calling to me like a siren's song.

"Genoveva?" Gianni's voice cuts through my reverie. "Are you listening?"

I blink, forcing a smile. "Of course. I'm... processing."

But the truth is, I'm not here. Not really. The world of the living feels like a faded photograph, colors bleeding at the edges. My fingers absently trace the scar on my abdomen, a constant reminder of my journey to and from death's door.

"We'll need to be careful," Gianni continues, his brow furrowed. "Lay low for a while, maybe."

I nod, but the future he's planning feels distant, unreal. The present moment slips through my fingers like sand, and I find myself longing for the quiet stillness of the afterlife.

"What are you thinking?" Gianni asks, his eyes searching mine.

For a moment, I consider telling him everything: the pull of the underworld, the growing disconnect I feel from this life. But asI look at him—his face etched with worry and love—I know he could never understand.

"Nothing," I lie, my voice soft. "Just tired, I suppose."

Gianni pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Rest, then. We'll figure it all out tomorrow."

I close my eyes, nestling against his chest. But as his breathing evens out in sleep, I remain awake, caught between two worlds. The unspoken truth hangs heavy in the air, a chasm growing between us with each passing moment.

Chapter 32

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