Page 37 of The Bonventi War
My frustration is instantly replaced with desire, and I don't even have to think. My hands slide up, gripping his shirt, and I pull him closer to me, kissing him back with equal passion.
His free hand snakes around my waist, and I can feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of him seeping through my thin T-shirt.
His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I let out a small moan. He uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, calling for more.
The rational part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, reminding me of who he is, of what he's done. But for once, I silence that voice.
Right now, in this moment, I don't want to think.
I just want to feel. I just wanthim.
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RAVEN
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, then down to my neck. He bites gently, and my body responds to the trail of fire his lips leave behind. His hands explore my body, sliding down to grip my ass before pulling me even tighter against him.
A rush of wetness pools between my thighs. I'm aching for him, every nerve in my body screaming for his touch.
Gio's hands slide up under my shirt, his fingers aggressive and rough against my skin. He cups my breasts, drawing out a moan from deep within me. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
"Tell me you want this, Raven," he says against my skin. "Or tell me to stop," he says, slowly grinding against me.
I push him as hard as I can, and he takes a step back, lust, desire, and confusion mingling within his beautiful eyes.
I stare at him for a moment, watching his panting chest go up and down, his tattoos' movements almost mesmerizing.
I then reach down and pull what I only assume is his shirt over my head and throw it at his chest. I stand there in just my bra and underwear. Only, I don't feel vulnerable. I feel powerful, frustrated, lustful—a whirlwind of emotions I've never experienced at the same time.
Gio looks me up and down, his eyes darkening as he takes in my body. We stare at each other for a second, and I bite my lip, and that's all he needs.
He pounces on me like a hungry wolf who's been patiently stalking his prey. We fumble backward, crashing into the nightstand. The Armani bag falls to the floor, and Gio lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. He tugs on my bra, breaking the clasp, and throws it to the side. I tilt my head back as his warm tongue surrounds one of my hard nipples. He sucks aggressively before sliding across to lick and suck the other.
I feed off of his energy and grip his shirt, pulling my arms apart hard. The buttons rip off the shirt and expose his perfectly defined chest.
He throws me on the bed, and I land so hard I bounce up slightly before settling. He quickly removes his shirt while keeping his eyes on me. He then climbs onto the bed, grabs my panties with one hand, and yanks them off. His hands grip my thighs and pull my legs apart forcibly.
He lowers his head, and a moan escapes my lips as he finds my swollen clit with his tongue.
The feeling of him licking me is overwhelming, and the start of an orgasm quickly begins to build. I grip the sheets, trying to hold it off as his tongue slides in and out of me, but it's notworking. I'm losing control, my body tensing as he brings me to the edge.
"Gio," I say, my voice barely audible as I push my hips into his mouth before pulling back. "Wait, we can't. We can't do this."
"Why?"
I place my hand on my forehead. "Fuck, I don't know. I just?—"
He licks. "Don't fight me, Raven," he says and licks me again. "You taste too good to stop now."
Dammit! This is all so… frustrating.
I arch my back and grind my hips against his face as he starts devouring me again. "No, Gio. Stop," I say as I grab a fistful of his hair and push him against my wetness so he can have that taste he craves so much.
I squeeze my legs together, turning side to side, acting like I'm trying to stop him, pulling away in a feeble attempt to avoid the pleasure that's coming on so rapidly.
He grips my outer thighs to hold me in place and licks my clit harder. We tussle back and forth and spin around. Suddenly, Gio's on his back, and I'm on top, grinding against him. I sit up and rock back and forth, grabbing my breasts as I experience his relentless tongue pushing me closer and closer.
"Oh God, no, please, stop," I moan as I fall back down to the bed, resting on my forearms. Gio spins me around, and I'm on my back again, my body starting to tense up as he pushes me closer to the edge.
