Page 55 of Giovanni the Savage

She strides towards me, her eyes brighten when she sees the flowers, and I mentally kick myself for not getting them sooner.

My other hand finds her waist and easily rests on her ass; I squeeze it a little, earning a soft gasp from her.

She laughs at my primitive gesture, but her hands cradle my face and she runs her thumb on my cheeks.

“You look tired,” she comments, searching my eyes.

I chuckle tiredly. “I am, but you’re making me feel better.”

She smiles. “You always say that.”

I press myself into her and squeeze her ass lightly. “That’s ‘cause it’s true.”

Her eyes scan my face, and I pour every atom of sincerity into my eyes, assuring her that it’s nothing but the truth.

Her mouth parts and she exhales lightly. I use that moment to press my wet lips on hers. Like she has been anticipating this, her lips immediately grant me entrance, and my tongue tastes hers.

She tastes like cookies and coffee. Her two favorite things in the world.

Her hands find my hair, and she tugs hard enough to almost unravel me. As if summoned, my dick morphs into a hard rock pressing into her.

She breaks the kiss but leaves my bottom lip between her teeth before letting it go.

“Someone’s hungry.” She smirks, pressing herself farther into my rection, and I groan in response.

“Someone’s always hungry,” I reply lightly, kneading her ass.

She hums. “The chef doesn’t mind,” she sasses.

I smirk at her. “The chef or the food?”

Her reply is a strangled moan because my lips trail down her neck, planting wet kisses down to her chest.

“I miss you,” I whisper, sucking on a spot.

I smirk when I notice two hickeys on the same spot, they are just starting to heal. I like that she didn’t bother hiding it with makeup. The possessive part of me is pleased.

“Me too,” she moans, tilting her head to the side to give me more space.

“I don’t want you to ever leave, Luna.”

I break the kiss and say the words with a hint of seriousness. She swallows while still looking into my eyes.

“The past few days have been the best I’ve had in a long time. Since I lost both parents.” She resumes caressing my face in comfort. “I just don’t want it to end. I want to see your smile every time you talk to me, I want to hear your laugh when I say something funny, and I want to hear your moan when I’m fucking you silly.”

She moans, and I can tell my crudeness is turning her on.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

I hold both her hands and look into her eyes, preparing myself for my following words.

“I love you, Luna,” I admit, but I don’t stop there. “So very much. I love how you care for me, how your eyes light up when I’m in a room, and how full my heart feels when I’m around you.”

She smiles, and I can see her eyes start to well.

“I love your smile and your eyes and this sinful body of yours that I’m a slave to.”

She chuckles lightly, and I bring the flowers between us.

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