Page 45 of Bound By The Italian’s 'I Do'

Her chest rose, her voice barely audible as she whispered back,‘Anche tu.’

So are you...

He lifted her back into his arms. Her arms locked around his neck. Carrying her around the bed, he laid her down so her head rested on a pillow. Her hair spilled around her like a fan.

He didn’t know what ached the most, his heart or his arousal.

He had never felt like this. Never felt such need for someone that his whole body trembled at the strength of it.

Issy felt like she’d been transported into the fairy lights that had barely penetrated her consciousness before Gianni swept her into his arms, a magical dreamlike reality filled entirely with him. When he laid himself on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows either side of her head so as not to crush her, the tips of her breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest, she would swear she felt the strength of his heartbeat as clearly as she felt her own.

The wonder in his stare as he lowered his face to hers made her heart beat even faster, and when his lips finally captured hers, flames ignited in it, pumping fire through her veins and melting the last of her thoughts.

Closing her eyes, she sank into the wonder that was Gianni and the tenderness underlying the passion of his kisses.

His mouth and hands explored her with a reverence that left her molten. Barely an inch of her flesh went untouched, unkissed, unloved. When he trailed his tongue up her inner thigh and pressed it against her swollen nub, every nerve ending in her body responded and she was helpless to do anything but cry his name and ride the thrills of the climax he slowly brought her to.

Dazed, drugged on bliss, she pulled herself up as Gianni raised his head. This time she was the one to kiss him. This time she was the one to lay him down and worship every inch of the body of the man who had captivated her for so long.

With the taste of Issy’s climax still on his tongue, Gianni submitted to an assault of his senses that would have lost him his mind if it wasn’t already gone. Every touch and mark of her mouth and tongue scorched him. Never had he been on the receiving end of such pleasure, but it was much more than that, more than a bodily experience, this transcendedeverything...

He groaned and had to grit his teeth when she took hold of his erection, then grit them even harder when she took him in her mouth.

Mio Dio...

He looked down and her gaze lifted to his. His heart punched through him to see the desire-laden wonder in her stare.

Closing his eyes, he gathered her hair lightly and let her take the lead, throwing his head back as her movements, tentative at first, became emboldened. The fist she’d made around the base tightened and she took him deeper into her mouth, moaning her own pleasure at the pleasure she was giving him.

If heaven existed he’d just found it.

Mio Dio, this was like nothing...nothing...

The tell-tale tug of his orgasm began to pull at him, and with an exhale of air, he gently pulled away from her.

Her gaze lifted to him again, a tiny knot of confusion on her brow.

Throat too constricted to speak, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply, pushing her onto her back and sliding himself between her legs with the motion.

The tip of his erection brushed against her opening, the urge to just bury himself inside her with one long thrust so strong he had to clamp his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut to stop his basest instincts from taking him over.

Issy was a virgin. They needed protection.

The burning desire to say to hell with the consequence of no protection...

Keeping himself positioned between her legs, he stretched his arm out. No sooner had he tugged open the drawer of his bedside table than Issy lifted her head and began open-mouth kissing his neck while dragging a hand down his chest and abdomen to take hold of his erection.

Dear God in heaven...

He groped and fumbled for a condom; fumbled because she was masturbating him and deepening the French kisses on his neck.

The foil open, he removed the condom and took the hand Issy was giving him such glorious pleasure with. Her mouth moved up to his jaw until she found his lips, and, somehow, tongues fused and their hands clasped together, they rolled the condom on. Barely a second passed before she was flat on her back again, short, jagged breaths coming from her mouth, her eyes boring into his, his erection jutting and straining against her heat.

Issy felt possessed, that there was every chance she would go insane if Gianni didn’t take possession of her. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted this. Every inch of her body was alight with the flames he’d ignited, her senses consumed with him. His beautiful face was all she could see, his ragged breaths all she could hear, his musky skin all she could smell and all she could taste, the smoothness of his skin all she could feel.

His lips grazed hers lightly and then he began to press his way inside her.

There was no pain, no discomfort, just a slow-building sensation of being deliciously filled and stretched until their groins locked together and they were as one.

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