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Evie
Georgiou touches my face as he kisses me and pulls me flush against his hard solid body to close the space between us.
I’m filled with so much elation just for seeing him that tears sting the backs of my eyes.
My heart spills over in my chest with every stroke of his fingertips on my skin, and I can’t believe he’s really here.
Georgiou is really here with me.
His kiss makes every part of my body awaken with life, love, and hope I never thought I would have again.
Not when my father proudly informed me yesterday of the name of the next prick he’d chosen to give me to. In the same breath, I was told he’d moved the wedding I was supposed to have with Peter to December, and I’d be marrying William Reviello instead. I wasn’t even given an explanation of what happened to Peter. It was like I wasn’t important enough to be given one, and I was the thing again.
I force the thought from my mind as the beautiful man in front of me continues to make love to my mouth.
His touch sends shivers of delight through me and strengthens the invisible web of attraction running between us into a tangible entity.
He pulls away for a moment to look at me, and my heart sinks when I think he’s going to stop now and tell me he has to leave.
“No, don’t stop touching me, please don’t stop,” I beg, and my heart skips with joy as he shakes his head.
“I don’t plan to, Bellezza,” he replies in a husky voice that speaks of his desire for me. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
My heartbeat skyrockets, pounding in my chest as he picks me up and carries me over to the bed.
We fall on to it together, and then we fall into passion’s arms, becoming its slaves once more.
Our clothes come off layer by layer, and when he slams his massive cock into my pussy to fuck me hard, my body vibrates with liquid fire.
The sensation burns into me as possessively and violently as he is. It clouds my brain, and I’m flooded with raw ecstasy that makes my entire being bow to him as he owns me.
It crosses my mind then that this is us with a contract. This is Georgiou Giordano and me without the terms and conditions. That part is over, and he would have wanted me without it.
We stay like this all night, and I fight sleep. I fight hard but fail as he holds me in the early hours of the morning, and I drift away.
I drift into dreams and a calmness I haven’t had in so long I can’t remember. I’m lulled into memories of the Sicilian sunset, and when I open my eyes and feel for my lover, he’s not where my hands seek.
My eyes fly open, and my eyes dart around the room.
“I’m here,” he says, speaking from the corner of the room.
He’s standing shirtless by the window toward the corner of the room, smoking a cigar.
He looks sexy as hell standing there with his body on show and his hair a wild mess from a night spent with me.
He puts the cigar out, and as I stare back at him, I wonder what will happen now with the dawn of a new day.
“Please tell me you aren’t leaving me,” I say.
“Come here to me,” he says, and I wrap the sheet around me as I get off the bed.
I walk over to him, and he catches my waist so he can pull me into his lap as we sit on the bay.
“I can’t leave you because I love you,” he says, and my breath stills.
“What did you say?”
“I said I love you. I’m sorry I never told you first. It’s not like I didn’t feel it long before I knew it. I should have at least said it when you told me last week. I love you, and I hope that you still love me too.”
