They had lost their minds. There was no other explanation for it.
At any moment, her aunt or the half-dozen household staff could walk in here and find them against the wall, where they were still fully dressed, except for where they were joined. But it did not deter them. His resumed thrusts sent tremors through her, her legs shaking.
“I c-can’t.” It was too powerful. She could sense it now as it built rapidly, stealing her breath.
But Gio did not relent.
“So sweet…” he muttered. “Too sweet for me. I don't deser-”
Crying out, Ana jerked before he could continue, undone by his scent and his thrusts. Her back bowed at the impact of her climax, struggling between the wall and his lean frame. His movements didn’t pause, though. If anything, they grew stronger, driving her climax to a painfully acute peak.
God. Her head swam, barely registering his kisses on her breast. Or him gently separating from her.
Gio’s hair was in her favorite state–wild black curls mussed from her touch. Not that he cared. His attention was solely on her, cataloging her from head to toe. Ana wondered at the picture she made: lips swollen, dress rucked up to her waist, and silky hair loose with her hair tie discarded somewhere on the floor.
Most indecent of all was the come she could feel leaking down her legs. Gio’s eyes were obsidian as they traced its path.
“Anyone can come in,” Ana whispered in warning, and he nodded stiffly.
But neither moved, the urge to go again insistent.
Thankfully, Gio heeded her warning and moved to cover himself. He produced a handkerchief from his pocket and dropped to a knee before gently cleaning her up.
Fuck. What a picture he made.
Ana squeezed her eyes shut, unable to take in any more stimulus. Like a listless doll, she waited as he put her to rights and drew the hem of her dress back down to her knees.
“You carry a hanky?” she mumbled awkwardly when he tucked it back into his pocket.
His eyes twinkled. “An old habit. Not that I expected to use it like this.”
At her bright red face, he burst out laughing.
They never made it to dinner.
She should have been embarrassed, especially when the staff brought up a tray of food. But her mind was a blissful blank slate after another two rounds of them going at it like teenagers. Apart from the twinge of pain at her hip, nothing else penetrated her senses.
Gio covered her hand where it lay on his stomach. They were both sated, gazing out the window at the starry sky.
It used to be her favorite thing about this house–the beautiful, large windows. Until it became her nightmare. For the first time in a while, however, she admired the night view in peace.
“Your room reminds me a lot of mine.” She felt his rumble by her ear.
“Really?”
“Hm, not many things around except for work items.”
It was true. The walls were blank, and her desk was neat and clear. All her dress fabrics were organized inside the drawers. Next to the desk was a dress form with her latest design pinned to it. Apart from that, the room was bare.
“Did you clear it all out when you moved?”
“No,” Ana mumbled. Clutter had always overwhelmed her. But the emptiness in her room wasn’t just due to her desire for tidiness. Ever since she had been adopted, she supposed it had all felt temporary–this mansion, her family. Everything was like a life she had leased.
So it was all the odder that she’d grown so attached to their life in New York in just a month. To him.
He pressed a kiss against her hair.
“I still can’t believe you came here,” she said.