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“Touch yourself,” Gio commands, as if he’s read my thoughts. “Make yourself come.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide my hand between my legs and rub a finger over my clit.
“Put two fingers in your cunt,” Gio commands. “Fuck yourself with them.”
I do as he asked. Blowing out a breath, I try to get used to the strangeness of it. As I slide my fingers in and out, they rub against Gio’s cock.
“Oh, fuck!” My body tenses as the ripple of pleasure at my core becomes a wave. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My legs shake as Gio’s cock swells inside my ass.
“Come for me, kitten,” Gio demands as he pumps his hips.
I couldn’t disobey the order even if I wanted to. My pussy clenches on air as I withdraw my fingers. The room around me becomes hazy as every part of me shakes. I’m vaguely aware of a flash of discomfort as Gio pulls back and comes all over my bottom.
The orgasm that sweeps me away seems to go on forever. When I finally collapse in a boneless heap on the bed, Gio drops down next to me.
“That was incredible,” I tell him.
“Yeah.” He sounds just as out of breath as I am.
Snuggling closer, I smile as he puts an arm around my shoulder. While I’ve recovered from our exertions, his breathing remains harsh, labored. It takes me a minute to realize it isn’t easing off. Concerned, I prop myself up on my below and study his face as he continues to breathe erratically.
“Shit.” I place a hand on his chest to try to soothe him. His skin pales and his forehead glistens with sweat. Though he’s looking right at me, his eyes are unfocused. Is this a panic attack?
“Take a nice, deep breath,” I urge him. “Come on, Gio. Breathe nice and slow.” I watch him closely as he gulps in some air. “Come on now. In and out. You’re going to be fine.”
Another thirty seconds elapse before his breathing returns to normal. He sits up and leans forward, resting his hands on his knees.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Gio snorts, a bitter sound. “I should have warned you I was defective before you married me.”
I narrow my eyes. “You are not defective. Lots of people have panic attacks.”
“It wasn’t a panic attack.” Gio pauses. He rubs the back of his neck and glances at me as if trying to decide whether to tell me more. Thankfully, he does. “Actually, I guess it is. I get breathless easier than I used to and when I can’t catch my breath, I panic.”
“This is because of your…” I point to the scar on his chest.
Gio nods. “Yeah.”
“And it’s happened before?”
“A couple of times back home and once when I was walking up Ben Wyvis. I got it under control pretty fast.”
I can tell he’s trying to make light of the problem. “How the hell was your family okay with you coming here to climb mountains and rescue damsels in distress?”
“They don’t know. They think I’m back to full fitness.”
I want to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, but I don’t think that’s what he needs right now. Instead, I get up, pull back the covers, and climb into bed. I pat the space beside me.
“Come on,SignoreVolante. Let’s get an early night.”
Gio prowls toward me, the glint in his eye suggesting sleep is the last thing on his mind. As he lies back and pulls me into his arms for a searing kiss, I sigh. I am going to have my hands full with this man.
CHAPTER 16
Eilidh
Trying to get comfortable on the hard wooden stool at the kitchen island, I browse through various social media sites. Afraid that logging into my own social media will alert the men who’re looking for me to my whereabouts, I asked Rosalia if I could use hers. Perhaps I’m being paranoid. It may not be possible for someone to track me like that, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Thankfully none of my friends have made their accounts private, so I’m able to snoop to my heart’s content.
