But, even as he glared, he didn’t pause. Without averting his eyes from hers, Gio made quick work of the rest of his clothing, utterly confident in his naked physique.
Ana could not look away from his endless black gaze, certainly not to look down at him.
He was not as patient, however. When he was done stripping, Gio nodded jerkily at her last remaining piece of clothing. Urgency and a strange fervor had come into his movements, a stark contrast to the controlled movements he'd displayed just a few moments earlier. Those cool eyes seemed feral now–darkening to onyx pools.
With a timid swipe, Ana tried to do his bidding. Her clammy hands slowly pushed her panties down as she avoided his eyes. Cold air touched her body all over, sweeping up her legs. Making her all the more aware of everything that was now exposed.
In her periphery, she could finally see his full form as well, and it made her swallow thickly. His body was tall and lean, not an inch of him soft or tender. Ropes and ropes of muscle lined every part of him…and at the dip between his legs was a prominent bulge.
Ana gaped, seeing it for the first time. Its size seemed entirely too disproportionate to her core. Her entire body blushed, and she felt those frenzied thoughts start to creep back in.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't–
Before she could step away and escape him, his long, firm legs came flush against hers. And with one soft push of his hand, she found herself falling…backward onto the plush bed. Dropping in a soundless thump.
He surveyed her like a marauder and then followed, prowling over her before caging her in his arms.
Ana nervously watched his taut face above hers. He looked positively unhinged.
Her fingers curled into the bedspread as she lay frozen. This was her duty, what was expected of her. It had to happen one day or another. Why not now, in the daylight, when things seemed less scary?
But she wasn't any less scared now as he loomed over her. His position above her put her on edge, until he moved down.
Down until his head dipped right into her.
She cried out involuntarily.
Holy shit.
Her legs splayed out as his tongue swiped through her folds, licking every inch of her before sucking sharply on her clit.
Whimpers burst out of her unwillingly. It was too much. She had never felt anything like this before. Torturous pleasure wracked every single one of her nerves, singeing her from head to toe, as she lost her mind.
Fuck. Fuck. It was too much. Ana bucked, nearly throwing him off as she attempted to evade his touch. She was so sensitive, having come once already. But Gio persevered, licking her with intent focus.
The sight of his curly head bent over her mound, moving against her bare skin, nearly undid her. Ana squeezed her eyes shut, shivering all over.
"Gio," she gasped.
Gasps…and gasps…and gasps.
That was all that emerged from her. There was nothing else she could even manage to say once Gio crawled back up. Her face was flaming red and overwhelmed.
Bending low over her, he growled something into her ear that made her clench all over again. “You taste sweet…mi donna.”
Sweet…?
Before she could analyze it with hot embarrassment, Gio positioned himself at her entrance.
Her lungs screamed.
Fuck.
This wouldn't work.
Every muscle in her body protested his size, stretched beyond belief as he began to nudge in with firm strokes, pushing and pushing unrelentingly. All she could do was continuously gasp for air as he nipped her neck and then her breasts, feeling herself reflexively clench around his length.
There was no room to think, to retreat. She was surrounded by his indomitable masculine energy. The Don, the Boss…and she, his conquest. A pool of sensation that was his to command.