Page 53 of Giovanni the Savage

The kiss is dominating and desperate, like we’ve been starving and have finally eaten. He delivers a smack on my ass that makes me moan and break the kiss. His mouth finds my neck and keeps sucking.

“Gio,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed, and I can feel arousal in my panties.

“Fuck, I like that.” He groans.

I can feel his heat seeping through me, and suddenly, I’m worried.

“You’re not feeling well,” I remind him, but he keeps driving me crazy with his tongue. “I’ll make you some soup to feel better,” I blurt.

I don’t know where that came from, but it makes him pause and look at me.

“You will?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yes,” I smile. “Just lead the way to your kitchen.”

A warm smile spreads on his face, and his eyes light up before he nods, and we both walk out of his office.

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“What’s this supposed to do?” Giovanni asks when I pass a bowl of soup in front of him.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better.”

He takes a spoonful of the soup and two more spoons before smiling at me.

“That good?” I ask smugly.

“That good,” he answers, taking another spoonful.

I walk to his stool at the island and place a damp cloth on his forehead.

“That’ll help reduce your temperature.”

“But I’m already feeling better with you here,” he says, pulling me closer by my waist.

“Are you?” I ask and moan when he kisses my neck, the soup forgotten.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “And I’ll show you.”

I furrow my brows in wonder and squeal when he hoists me up on his counter and stands between my legs.

One second, we’re talking, and the next, we’re engaged in a passionate kiss. This one is more desperate than the first. It’s almost like we’re trying to take something from each other. Our tongues are both battling for dominance, and my fingers are pulling harshly at his hair.

His hands pop open my buttons and pull my bra down, feeling my breasts. I moan as he squeezes and pinches my nipples.

“Fuck, Luna,” he breathes out as his eyes darken when he looks at my bare breasts.

Before I can speak, he dives in for another kiss, tugging me closer to himself with his grip on my ass; I can feel his rock-hard erection pressing through me. His head dips, and I moan when he takes a peaked nipple into his mouth.

“Gio,” I moan as his tongue laps on my sensitive bud.

His other hand hoists my skirt up with my help, and in a second, his finger finds my pussy sheathed by my lace panties. He turns his attention to the other nipple and starts massaging my pussy slowly.

“Wet already,” he whispers.

“God …”

His finger pushes into me with the material of my panties, and I jerk forward in response. My eyes are crossed, I can barely think. All I feel is the heat of my arousal and the tension in the kitchen.

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