Page 48 of Mine to Love
Gio begins his conquest of my body by kissing my calves. His lips travel up my thighs. The higher he goes, the tighter he grips the fabric of my nightgown. It strains against my rock-hard nipples. I moan as Gio’s breath warms my slick center. And Gio responds by ripping my gown from my body—literally. Without remorse, Gio tears the slippery fabric from my skin, leaving me naked beneath him.
“I thought you liked that dress?” I ask.
“It served its purpose. Wrappings are meant to be discarded.”
Without hesitation, Gio pushes my legs open and pulls my pelvis toward him. Spread-eagle beneath him, he practically growls as his face hovers over my glistening pussy. I can’t take my eyes off him. Partly because it’s so arousing seeing him so hungry, so desperate for my body. His dark, animalistic gaze makes me feel wanted, makes me feel confident. And, yet this is also the first time he’s eaten me in this way. From the back, yes. And we’ve had sex plenty. But never like this. Perhaps he’s been saving it for this very moment. He wanted it to be special. And that thought has me even more ready.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, baby. How many nights I’ve dreamed of you. How many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you.”
With those words, Gio licks me from bottom to top and I instantly see the reason for all the anticipation. His tongue slithers in and out of my vagina, teasing me just so. As he redirects his attention to my clit, I gasp, not even realizing how sensitive I am.
He works magic with his tongue before sucking my tender bud. The harder he sucks, the more my hips buck. It’s then that he slips two fingers inside me as he continues wrecking sweet havoc on my clit. As he fingers me, he presses his palm on my pelvic area so that the pressure is even more intense. I cry out, ready for a release. But, to my surprise, Gio doesn’t grant it.
“Why? Why did you stop?” I pant as Gio slides his hands up my abdomen to my breasts. He flicks my nipples as he kisses my stomach. Again, I moan as my body quivers. I’m so malleable in his hands, so completely and entirely his.
Crawling up my torso so that the tip of his dick enters me, he says, “Don’t worry, darling. I just have another little surprise for you.”
“I wouldn’t saylittle,” I remark as he continues to tease me with his tip. Gio smirks.
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind. But if you insist.” Gio slams into me, giving me just what I crave. His thrusts are hard, fast, and unrelenting. I scream in pleasure as the pressure inside me builds. Gio’s rhythm is so perfect, somehow controlled despite the speed. I don’t know how he does it, how he doesn’t blackout because I can’t even keep my eyes open. My body arches and bends to his will as my eyes pinch closed. I’m so caught up in the feel of him I don’t even realize the surprise he has planned for me until the electric sensation grazes my nipple.
“Ah!” I cry. My eyes flash open as Gio continues to fuck me raw. I glance down to see him holding a small, buzzing gadget to my nipple. It has a round head that vibrates and turns in a circular motion all at once. The arousal in my breast becomes so strong I feel it all the way through, pulsing deep within me. “What? What is that?”
“It’s a toy, one that I will use responsibly to make you feel amazing things—if you allow me.” Considering my legs are already shaking and my core is tight with a building orgasm, I nod and watch as Gio moves the device between my nipples. They’ve never been harder and the sensation I feel throughout my breast reminds me of when I was breastfeeding. God, something like this would’ve made the milk shoot out. If I had milk in me now, no doubt I’d be squirting, and that thought makes me wonder if I’ll squirt anywhere else.
Somewhere, in the middle of Gio’s delicious torment, he pulled himself from me. I only notice as he trails the device from my chest down my abdomen to my— I cry out as it reaches my clit. There is no comparison to Gio’s tongue. I love the feel of him on my flesh. I feel so close to him, so connected to him when he eats me. But this… The head of the device surrounds my clit, zapping it from all sides at once. It’s undeniably different and the cry that rips from my body as I cum is undeniably earth-shattering.
My body shakes as Gio turns off the device, leaving us with nothing but the sound of our breathes and crashing waves. I feel raw, tender to the touch. I sure hope that was all Gio had planned because I don’t think I can take anything else. It’s then that Gio repositions my body and covers me with plenty of blankets. Despite the chill I experienced earlier, my skin is now hot to the touch. Still, I welcome Gio’s warmth, and he settles in beside me and wraps his arms around me. He kisses my forehead and brushes my no doubt reckless-looking hair from my face.
“How do you feel, my love?” he asks. I can hardly speak. My throat is raw from all the yelling I did. So, I just nod my head to saygoodand kiss him softly on the lips.
43
Sunlight warms my bare skin,rousing me from sleep. Before I even open my eyes, I reach for Darcy. But the bed is empty and cold in both directions. Eyes open, I shoot up and instantly reach for the gun on my bedside table. That is until I see her. Her tousled blonde hair blows in a soft breeze as she enjoys a cup of coffee and breakfast from a silver tray on the terrace. “Oh, thank God!” I brush my fingers over my eyebrows in relief.
Visions of yesterday flit through my mind at lightning speed as I reach for my phone. Everything blurs together and feels like multiple days in one. Moments with Darcy, to my meetings with Serena and Santiago. I don’t even remember Darcy and me making it back upstairs, but I’m thankful we did. Sleep deprived is one thing. Sick is another. But, speaking of Serena and Santiago…
Saving my emails for later, I quickly check the few text messages waiting for me. Sure enough, I received confirmation from an unknown number at 11:30 p.m. Serena Santos is dead, beheaded to be exact, along with all her household guards.
I quickly text Milo that he is free to enjoy the next eight hours in Mexico before we depart later this evening. Though, I’m surehe’ll spend it sleeping after keeping eyes on Serafina all night. I’ll have to make it up to him when we get back to New Orleans.
The last text I check is from Damon. To no one’s surprise, he’s shocked and displeased. For once, I don’t blame him. But, once I discuss my plan with him and Alister, maybe that’ll change. In the meantime…
I place my phone back on the bedside table, tie the sheet around my waist, and head out to kiss my woman. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say, leaning down to steal a kiss. She tastes like coffee, sugar, and strawberries.
“Good morning, handsome. I hope I didn’t wake you. I tried to be super quiet getting the trays through the room. I even left the meal cart outside the bedroom door.”
“You didn’t wake me, my love.” I massage her neck gently as I cast my eyes out over the ocean.
“It’s a gorgeous view,” she says then. “And this terrace kind of reminds me of the one back home. I’ve been meaning to get it cleaned. I’ve always thought it would be a nice place to enjoy a cup of coffee.”
“I’ll see to it when we get back.”
“But isn’t that—” I raise my eyebrow before she can finish her sentence, and she responds with a smile. I kiss her once more before sitting down across from her to a silver tray of my own.
“Ardella said the shrimp and onion omelet is your favorite. I’ll have to learn how to make it for you. And this French Toast is to die for,” Darcy says as she takes another bite. It’s good to see her smiling, comfortable, and enjoying herself. This trip may have been for business, but my bringing Darcy was for moments like this. Although, I need to get some coffee in me if I’m going to keep up with her conversation. “It felt kind of weird though,” she continues. “I’ve never had anyone cook for me before. Well, aside from you. But she was so sweet. I guess you have an act for choosing staff.”
“I have an act for many things,” I say, a bit too coyly given the sleepiness still clinging to my bones.
