Page 46 of Bound By The Italian’s 'I Do'

Gianni thought he’d found heaven when Issy had taken him into her mouth. If that was heaven then this was paradise, a miracle of the flesh and soul.

They could just stay like this, he thought dimly. Fused together. As one.

Never had the need for release burned so deeply but the urgency had gone. Now all he wanted was to savour this moment, savour Issy...

Issy had thought she’d already experienced all the sensual pleasure there was to feel but when Gianni began to move inside her, a whole new feeling grew, the burn in her core deepening and then uncoiling like tendrils through her very being.

Hooking a hand to his neck, she kissed him and closed her eyes.

Slowly, slowly, his thrusts lengthened and deepened. Slowly, slowly, the incredible pleasure increased until she was nothing but a mass of nerve endings and the burning pressure deep inside of her exploded.

With a long cry, she buried her mouth into his neck and held tight as rolling waves of bliss flooded her. Somewhere in the recess of her mind, she heard Gianni groan loudly, and then there was one last furious thrust that locked their groins together for one final time.

Buried as deep inside Issy as he’d ever dreamed it was possible to be, Gianni’s climax roared through him. And still he tried to bury deeper, still she tried to pull him deeper, both of them desperately drawing out the pleasure for as long as they could until there was nothing left but stunned silence.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

GIANNISTAREDATthe sleeping face turned to his and smiled to see the light smattering of freckles highlighted on Issy’s nose and cheeks by the early morning sunlight streaming in.

The temptation to wake her was strong but his conscience would not allow him. She must be exhausted. Three days and four nights of almost constant lovemaking had left her with faint bruises under her eyes. As for him... Despite the lack of sleep, Gianni felt the best he’d felt in so long that he couldn’t remember when he’d ever felt this good. This alive.

Carefully rolling onto his back, he stretched an arm above his head.

‘Morning.’

He turned his head. Issy’s eyes had opened, a sleepy smile playing on her lips.

He leaned his face to hers and brushed a kiss to her lips. Her smile widened.

‘It’s early,’ he said quietly. ‘Go back to sleep.’

She nudged herself closer to him and placed a hand on his chest. ‘I don’t want to sleep.’

Taking her hand, he took a long breath knowing exactly what she meant. The four days they’d spent as lovers had passed almost like a dream. It had been just them. Gianni’s room covered the whole second floor, a sprawling open-plan space with his hand-crafted emperor bed, a small dining table, a large corner sofa with accompanying entertainment centre, a bar, a walk-in wardrobe and en suite. They’d eaten in this room food brought to them by staff who left it at the door, drank from his bar which was topped up the few times they’d escaped to his private pool. It was as if they were the only two people in the whole world.

He raised his head at the sound of rustling and saw a note being pushed under the door.

Kissing Issy first, he climbed out of bed for it. As he opened it, he looked at her. She’d thrown the bedsheets off and struck such a provocative pose that he almost threw the note away unread. Almost.

The message was from Alessandro, four words: The business is safe.

That was it. No other information.

He read it again and waited to feel something lift in him.

Something didn’t come.

Why wasn’t he ecstatic? For sure, he’d known Alessandro would fix things. He’d never doubted that. But he’d expected to at least feel relief, not an immediate plummet of dread in his stomach.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked softly.

He met her stare. For a long moment he debated whether or not to tell her. ‘Alessandro has sorted everything.’

‘With the business?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh.’

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