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Falynn
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We stand astwo silhouettes among the shadows in the room. Outside, the sky’s a plum shade of blue, night having fallen. Gio’s broad form moves in the dark, crossing the room. He stops at a nightstand and switches on the lamp. The dim light chases away some of the shadows, but a dark presence lingers.
I’m not sure if it’s the shadows at the edges of the room or something intangible hanging between us. I take a step closer and then stop myself. I don’t know what to say or do. I don’t even know what to think.
How is it possible he’s here after I witnessed his yacht explode? Have I started dreaming and not realized it?
“What…” I pause and fight against the ache in my throat. “What happened to you?”
“I died…”
“But…no…it doesn’t make any sense.”
“Someone killed me.” Since I stand still, he eliminates the gap with a long stride. His gaze rivets me to the spot, blazing with a mix of danger and desire. “But I came back. I refuse to die.”
“Gio,” I breathe, lightheaded. His scent dizzies me. His nearness does. I feel like I’m under the effects of a powerful drug—one named Giovanni Sorrentino, King of Vegas and the Sorrentino crime syndicate. Not the horrible drug Giancarlo gave me. “Gio…I thought…I thought I’d never see you again.”
His large palm slides up the side of my neck. “Death will never keep me from you, Falynn.”
“But I saw it,” I murmur, tears blinding me. They roll to freedom, sliding down my face. He wipes some away with his thumb. “I saw you…the boat…”
“Nothing will ever keep us apart,” he says, and then he bends forward. His lips brush mine. “Not even death.”
He kisses me again. This time hungrier. His mouth devours mine, silencing any more discussion. Any more thoughts about what’s going on. His fingers stroke into my curly hair, and he holds me against him, tasting my tongue. I soften into him and revel in his hard muscular body keeping me grounded. Otherwise, I’d melt into the floor.
A mind-emptying lust pulses around us. I can’t think about anything but him. The taste of his lips. The feel of his cock. The euphoria from our lovemaking. His skin on my skin, our bodies joining.
Iwantit—to forget the brewing war and death for a brief moment. For us to be selfish and indulge each other. Fuck the rest of the world. There’s still a lot to figure out. So many questions to answer. Things to make sense of. But none of it matters. For now, our bodies speak for us.
Gio sweeps me up and brings us across the room. He drops me onto the perfectly made bed and then descends on me before I even land. His mouth captures mine again, his kiss hard and dominating. His hands are all over me, cupping and caressing.
Wet heat pools in my panties. The breath inside my lungs catches. I emit a strangled mewl and arch up, pressing myself into him. My hands find his shirt buttons, and I set to work undoing them. The crisp material hangs open, revealing his broad chest and toned abs. I run my hands down the hard lines of his body as if checking he’s real.
He’s really back. He’s truly returned to me…
Gio has no patience for my dress. He grips the thin strap and tears it away from my shoulder. The fabric rips off my torso, exposing my bare breasts, my nipples already pebbled. He lowers his mouth onto one and uses his other hand to make quick work of the rest of my dress. My panties are next, ripped away and disposed of as nothing more than a meaningless scrap of fabric.
I’m naked prey under his hard, muscular form. More lust courses through my body. I readily open my legs, inviting him into me. He settles between them, his thick fingers playing with my pussy. I moan and squirm against the wonderful sensations. If he keeps sucking on my breast and toying with my pussy like this, I won’t last much longer.
My body shakes with arousal. I hold his head against my breast as he sucks and bites. His teeth tugging on my pebbly nipple is a reminder he’s alive. His fingers coated in my juices are a reminder he’s not dead. He’s here with me, and the erection pressing into me is proof enough.
All of it is. Every last bit of him.
“Let me hear you beg for it,” he pants, moving onto my other breast.
“Oh…please….” I groan as he strokes my slick folds. “Gio…right now…”
His fingers dip inside me. Except for his thumb. His thumb presses into my clit, creating a torturous pressure.
His mouth returns to mine for another heated kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip and then asks, “Do you know how many nights I laid awake and thought about you? How long I’ve waited to be balls deep inside you again?”
“Please.”
Gio pushes down his pants and boxer briefs. His fat cock stands at attention, as mouthwateringly large and thick as I remember. I grip his hot, throbbing length and guide him to my entrance. He doesn’t give me any further time. Not a moment to prepare myself. In the next second, he’s sinking inside me.
Filling me up. Pumping into me. Making me his again.
