Page 164 of Stalking Ginevra

GINEVRA

The kiss pulls me under, drowning out every thought I had in a rush of heat. There’s no room for apologies, no space for the past—only the feel of Benito’s lips, his hands sliding down my back. My heart races with the overwhelming intensity of his touch.

Finally, he’s returning to the man I’ve always craved.

His grip tightens around my waist, possessive, like he’s staking his claim. I moan against his lips, earning a deep groan that sends a ripple of desire straight to my clit. We’re not just kissing anymore—we’re consuming each other like we’re making up for lost time.

My hands roam over the hard lines of his chest, memorizing the way his muscles shift beneath my fingertips. The heat between us is unbearable, yet I can’t get enough. Legs trembling, I cling to him, wordlessly begging him for more.

He pulls back just enough for me to catch a glimpse of eyes that burn with hunger. His breath is ragged, and the restraint he keeps over his features slips, yet he doesn’t speak.

“Benito,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Can we go back to how we were?”

Without a word, he lifts me off my feet. Heart lurching, I clutch at his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist. He holds me like I’m something precious, and the world shrinks to the tiny space separating me from Benito.

“Exactly as we were?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. His palms trace the dip of my waist and the curve of my back. “Is that all you want?”

The implication of his words ignite something deep inside my core, and I shake my head. “I meant spending time together.” I slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the dark strands. “Laughing over silly jokes, sharing our dreams for the future. Loving you and being loved back.”

His eyes are a well of emotions too complex for me to decipher. He cradles my face in his hands, his fingers drawing circles over my cheekbones.

My stomach tightens as he studies my features, his brows creasing with an unspoken question. A part of me shrivels on the inside, wondering if there’s too much betrayal between us to return to simpler times.

He steps forward, presses my back against the wall, his hips grinding against mine. The fabric of the gown I’d just been admiring moments ago feels like an impenetrable barrier, a thick layer keeping us apart.

“I’ll do anything,” I say through panting breaths, the words barely audible over the roar of my pulse. “All I want is this. Us.”

His lips find my neck, trailing molten heat as his teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear. My thoughts scatter, consumed by the intensity of our combined need. Every kiss, every touch is a demand—one I’m desperate to meet, yet my words never reach past Benito’s outer shell.

“You want this,” he growls, his hard cock grinding against my swollen clit, the friction sending shockwaves through my core. “You want me?”

“More than anything,” I say with a gasp, my legs tightening around his waist. “It’s always been you.”

His hands slide lower, gripping my hips, holding me in place as he continues this sweet torture. His lips trace the spot below my collarbone, nipping and sucking the tender skin.

“Why should I believe anything you say?” he mutters, his breath hot and uneven on my skin. “How do I know you won’t run off with the next man?”

The accusation cuts deep, but I cling to him harder, my legs tightening, desperate to show him what words can’t. “Because I’m here now. I chose you. It will always be you.”

Silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken thoughts, but his body keeps moving, his hands gripping my thighs, his cock grinding against me in steady, punishing thrusts.

“Benito, I never wanted anyone else but you. I swear?—”

His mouth crashes against mine, a wild, consuming kiss that steals the air from my lungs. It’s like he’s testing me, pushing me to prove that I’m telling the truth. I kiss back with equal intensity, my hips moving in rhythm with his. I pour every ounce of my love and longing for him into the kiss, hoping it’s enough to convince him there will be no other men.

“Say it again,” he orders, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet my eyes, his dark gaze burning with a raw desperate need.

“I’ll say it a thousand times if you want,” I reply, my hands moving over his muscular shoulders. “It’s you, Benito. Only you.”

His grip on my body tightens, and he lifts me higher, his fingers reaching between my legs. The fabric of my panties issoaked, and he growls at the discovery. With trembling fingers, he pushes the wet material aside and explores my slick folds.

“Tell me it’s real,” he whispers against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

“I love you, Benito. It’s only you that I want.”

With a snarl, he lines the blunt head of his cock against my entrance and pauses. I can barely breathe, every nerve in my body trembling with fear and desire.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his crown teasing my clit.

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