Page 37 of Destino

She managed a smile. “I found this.”

Giovanni’s gaze lowered to the tiny bracelet in the center of her palm and then lifted back up to her eyes.

“Did you do this?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“Have my purse and things brought back to me. Did you find my bracelet?”

“Find it?” He smiled. “No Mira. I had my men go and collect your purse. Do you understand the difference?”

“That’s impossible. I just told you about it last night. It’s been gone for several weeks.”

“You’ll learn with me Bella, most things are possible.” The distance between them closed, and again she felt herself backing away toward no escape. His arm lifted, and his hand rested on the wall. She sank back on it, staring into his eyes.

“Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”

“Did you come into my room to thank me?” he peered down at her. Tendrils of black hair clung to his forehead.

“Yes.” She breathed, focused on his lips.Maybe I should kiss him this time as a reward. Just a quick sexy kiss to show him I’m grateful?His mouth loomed close to hers just a kiss away, and his free arm circled her waist dragging her up from the wall to bring her against his chest. The bottoms of her bare feet left the ground, and she rose to her toes. She wasn’t a short woman, but his height could not be matched by her gender. To avoid their mouths crashing together, she tilted her head back and braced herself by grabbing his arm and side. In a flash she felt desperate, breathless, on the verge of collapsing if he didn’t hold tight to her.

“Should I ask for permission this time?” There was a faint tremor in his voice, revealing how hard he fought for control. He too must have felt the electric current of excitement charging the air. “I don’t want to scare you. You’ve been teasing me all day with this sweet mouth of yours.”

“No,” she answered, with deceptive calm. Quivers worked their way up her thighs to her belly, and she softened just before accepting his kiss. His tongue swept inside of her mouth. Her hand slid to the top of his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck and the sexy tenor of the kiss shifted. The tension between them was depleted.

He released her and lowered his face to suck and nibble an undiscovered sweet spot on her neck. Mira’s lids fluttered, then shut. She ran her hand over his broad shoulders, giving into the passion swirling through her being. His free hand gathered the wet hem of her dress then disappeared underneath. Mira’s eyes flashed open as soon as he uncovered her secret.

Dammit I don’t have on any panties!

Giovanni’s left brow arched and his eyes shone with interest. Five strong fingers caressed her bare buttocks. Her lips parted to explain but nothing escaped. Silence enveloped them for what seemed like an eternity. Should she force him back, run, or discover what lie behind the beauty of his eyes? Giovanni answered with a kiss. He seized her mouth, his tongue plunging deep and fast, turning over hers. He eased his hand around her hip then between her thighs to cup her mound. Excitement cramped her chest and wound tighter and tighter around her lungs. It left her desperate, breathless, on the verge of self-implosion. He eased two fingers into her at the same time using the pad of his thumb to massage her clitoris. She reached and grabbed his wrist. Her mind stilled long enough for her to realize she could be making a huge mistake. Air returned to her lungs and she found the ability to speak.

“Okay. That’s enough,” she exhaled a nervous laugh.

“Sei molto bella.Don’t pull away.” Giovanni brought her up against the wall while he fondled her sex. His forehead bumped hers, and his nostrils flared.

“English please.”

“I said you are very beautiful.”

She took a deep breath and adjusted her smile.

“Ti adoro, it means—”

“You adore me.” She finished his sentence.

His expression was hungry, and lustful. His gaze softened, and his smile eased the corner of his mouth up smoothly. He continued to rapidly thrust his two middle fingers in and out of her, and ran the tip of his tongue over her tightly sealed lips. The pleasure took her under and she released a soft sigh of joy.

“You’re mine now.”

His other hand gripped the corner of her hip to hold her still as he fucked her in a controlled fashion with his fingers. She was pressed hard against the cool door as if she could escape through the wood. There would be no escape. Her thighs parted a fraction in response, and she felt her pelvis tilt accordingly.

“I can’t take anymore,” she cried out.

“You can, let me give you more.”

Mira pushed hard against the pleasure consuming her and grabbed his hand once more. “No. No please...”

“I need to touch you. Like this.” Two fingers slipped out and slowly rubbed up and down her slit before he gave her clitoris a gentle pinch.

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