Page 137 of The Silence Lies

“Gio—“

He slams his mouth onto mine, his hands already moving to peel my wet t-shirt away from my body.

“It’s your turn to lose yourself,” he growls against my lips.

If only he knew, I already have.

He picks me up from the tiled floor effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me into his bedroom. My stomach twists with excitement as he drops me onto the soft mattress, my shorts soaking the covers beneath me.

I look up at Giovanni, crawling on top of me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It sparks every inch of my body, littering me with goosebumps.

His mouth closes over mine, soft yet demanding. It’s deep, hungry and has me moaning for more. But all too soon, Giovanni pulls away, leaving me breathless and desperate. He moves down my body, kissing every inch of my skin. He tugs my nipples between his teeth, eliciting half a groan, half a moan.

My pussy clenches as he continues the onslaught, not stopping until he’s on the ground on his knees, pulling my shorts down my legs. “I’ve had to listen to those guys devour this pussy, now it’s my turn.”

Shock chokes the air in my lungs as Giovanni suctions his mouth to my pussy without warning. There’s no teasing, no build up of pleasure; I don’t need it. Just having Giovanni coming down my throat has already set me off. I’m drenched, but in the best possible way—and it’s not just from the shower.

Giovanni nips at the fleshy part of my thighs. It’s deliciously harsh, abrupt yet satisfying. And when he returns his attention to my clit, pumping a thick digit inside of me, I scream out. My hips roll as he moves his tongue over my clit, lapping me up like a starved man. “Gio!”

The knot of pleasure is already building between my legs. It’s only a matter of seconds before I come undone and Giovanni wastes no time in milking it from me. He pumps harder, deeper and faster. He adds a second finger, then a third, stretching me gloriously until my body explodes with pleasure.

Like a tidal wave, my climax crashes down, sending me over the edge.

Giovanni pins my thighs to the bed, dragging his tongue from my clit to my ass, over and over. It’s too much. It’s too sensitive. My fists wrap in the sheets, my wet hair sticking to my face as I thrash.

“Please,” I beg. “I can’t!”

But apparently I can.

I’m so dazed, still riding the wave of my orgasm that it takes me a second to register what Giovanni is doing.

His thick body hovers above mine, a delicious smile creeping upon those swollen lips. “I need to be inside you,” he grunts, and with one single thrust, he spears into me.

I cry out again, the pleasure rippling through my body, joining the aftermath of my recent orgasm. My fingernails dig into his biceps, clutching on for dear life as Giovanni rolls his hips. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge again and again.

I clench my eyes shut, the overwhelming sensitivity making my body shudder. Giovanni plays my body like an instrument, building the tempo further and further, the crescendo of our release on the precipice until all he has to do is drive once more into me, hard and determined.

“Fuck!” he groans out.

Heat fills me from within, forcing me to whimper his name as my release wracks my body in tiny explosions. My toes curl as my arms tighten around Giovanni, but he doesn’t let go. He rides us both out of our climax, until my body is numb and my throat is sore.

Our chests heave together, creating their own music to accompany our breaths like a melody. And when I finally open my eyes, I find the most stunning green ones gazing back at me. It takes my breath away all over again, and I’m instantly taken back to the first day we met. I’m lost in the moment, so captivated by my bodyguard that I don’t realize he’s saying anything until he kisses my lips.

“You make me feel things, Principessa.” His voice is gravelly, worn from our exertions.

I raise my hand to stroke his temple, catching a bead of sweat on my thumb. He looks so relaxed, at peace with whatever has been warring inside of him for so long. Maybe it’s the loss of his daughter, or maybe it’s something deeper.

We might not be close to opening up about our deepest, darkest secrets, but there’s a possibility we could be more. That’s the thought I cling onto the hardest, hoping we can be more, because I’m not ready to let this go just yet.

We’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of how we feel for one another. There’s so much we need to talk about, so much to explore, that time is the one thing we need. But that’s the one thing this life of mine can never promise.

Time.

Levi

“Fuck,” Luca groans as I kiss his bare chest.

I don’t remember when our shirts came off. In fact, I don’t really care. Luca’s body needs to be appreciated like this—with my lips trailing over his golden skin, with my own body caging his. We’ve spent so long wrapped up in one another that the movie we originally put on has started playing all over again and our bodies are glistening with sweat.

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