Page 82 of The Bonventi War
"I know," I say, reaching up to rub his face. "I trust you."
And I do. I trust Giovanni Bonventi with my body, my safety, my heart.
He kisses me deeply, his body gradually lowering onto mine. I feel his throbbing cock against my thigh, and I spread my legs, eager to take him.
When he enters me, the fullness, the stretching, is slow and tender, filling me so flawlessly that tears spring to my eyes. Gio freezes immediately.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, alarm clear in his voice.
I shake my head, unable to speak for a moment. "No," I finally manage. "It's just... you're being so gentle. So perfect."
He smiles. "I can be gentle when it matters," he says, moving slowly within me. "And you matter more than anything."
As Gio drives deeper into me, I wrap my legs around him, drawing him closer. His movements are so different from our previous encounters where passion bordered on violence. Each thrust now feels like so much more than lust.
"You feel so good," I whisper against his ear, my fingers gripping his broad shoulders.
He braces himself above me, muscles flexing with restraint. "I could stay inside you forever," he growls, then lowers his head to kiss along my collarbone.
My breath catches as he hits that perfect spot deep inside me. The pressure builds, and I arch my back, seeking more of him.
"There," I gasp. "Right there."
Gio's pace increases slightly, still mindful of my injuries, and I moan.
"God, I love to hear you," he murmurs before kissing my lips.
The intensity builds like a gathering storm. I'm trembling beneath him, my skin on fire from the tenderness in his touch. This isn't just sex—this is something else entirely. Something I've never experienced before.
"Look at me," he commands.
I open my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine, dark with desire.
"I want to watch you fall apart for me," he says.
His thrusts deepen, and he grinds against me in just the right way to rub against my clit. The combination is devastating. I feel myself climbing higher, fingers clutching the sheets as the pressure builds.
"Oh Gio, baby. I love you," I moan.
"Say that again," he growls, possessive even in this gentle moment.
"I love you," I gasp, the words tumbling out as truth. "So fucking much."
"I love you, too," he says as he drives into me harder now, his control slipping just enough to bring that delicious edge of roughness.
"Come for me, Raven," he demands.
And I do. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. I cry out his name, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure pulse through me.
As I ride my waves of pleasure, Gio's pace picks up along with his breathing as he seeks his own release inside me.
I rock with him, encouraging him to go a little harder. I can take it. I feel so tight around him, and I love that it's pushing him over the edge.
He growls as he pulls me close, and with one final thrust, I feel his warm seed filling me completely. His cock twitches deep within me, and he thrusts a few more times, making sure he leaves everything in me. It's an intoxicating, powerful feeling to have him wrapped around me like this.
For several heartbeats, we stay connected, breathing hard, the air between us electric. Then Gio carefully rolls to the side, bringing me with him so I'm draped across his chest.
His fingers run up and down my back. "You okay?" he asks.
