“Watch me,” Gio commanded, authority stamped across his features. Making it difficult for her to remember what she’d been ruminating over seconds ago.
All her anxieties sizzled out of her as he parted the gown, exposing her heated body to his gaze. Hesitantly, Ana tried to reach for his pants. But he nudged her hands back with ease.
Her mouth opened in protest when–
In a mind-numbing move, so hot and ravenous, Gio bent down to lick a path from the tips of her breasts down to the core of her. Where he brought her to a sharp and sudden climax.
She couldn't even breathe or react. He was so intent and focused that she’d split apart in seconds, breaking into a hundred fragments of pleasure.
Free.
She felt free…floating in the air as her body took over, blanking out all thoughts.
“What did I tell you?” A bite on her inner thigh made her gasp, and she peered down at him in a daze. He raised a brow. “Don’t stop watching me.”
The sly rebuke made her dizzy.
God. She wouldn’t last.
Not when Gio was looking at her like that, with his fingers still inside her.
Before she could even gather the strength to speak and plead for respite, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over until she was lying prone on the bed. The coolness of the fresh sheets contrasted with the heat of his body as he came down over her. His thighs bracketed hers.
For a moment, panic started to creep in.
But the feeling had hardly been born before it was crushed by Gio’s powerful grip. He drew her face back until he came into view behind her. His lips caught hers wetly. “Do you feel me?”
She felt her legs part as he settled there in the opening, pushing up into her in a long slide.
Fuck.
The answer to his question was lost in a sultry moan.
He did not stop and give any reprieve, not even for a second, as he moved powerfully, jolting her forward on the bed with every thrust. Fear, thrill, and overwhelming need all blended together in an intoxicating mix. Forcing her to succumb to sensation.
It was too much.
Her face was buried in a pillow while her fingers curled around the top edge of the mattress, desperately holding herself in place. The pressure was too much. She could not withstand it rising inside her, choking her until it felt like she would pass out at any moment.
What had he demanded earlier? To watch him?
Impossible. Ana could not lift her head for the life of her. She did not need to. He was all around her–his husky voice, relentless movements, and that warm scent–closing in on her from all sides. So consuming that nothing else could even stand a chance at stealing her attention.
Pleasure flashed through her.
“Gio!”
Gio.
Gio.
They collapsed from the impact. Bodies moving together as one.
For several minutes, everything blacked out. She couldn’t see or hear anything except the thumping beat of her heart as she fought to catch her breath.
Distantly, she felt Gio brush her sweaty hair back, tucking it behind her ear. Murmuring low as her chest squeezed, “You watched me?”
“Mm.”