Giovanni lifts his lustful gaze at me, his lips swollen and stained with my lipstick. And that made me even more crazy that I started grinding against his hand, chasing that orgasm that I've been deprived of for so long. I'm a prisoner in his arms, starving for this insanity that's pushing me over the edge.
His eyes blaze. All of a sudden he grabs the hair at the back of my head. Hovering his lips above mine, he grits his teeth and asserts possessively, "You're. Mine."
I open my mouth to protest, but the words die upon my lips when he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs rhythmically. I start convulsing around his fingers, moaning his name breathlessly as I let go. White fog takes up my vision, my ears ring, and my legs shake as I come all over his hand.
Giovanni possesses my mouth once more, plunging his tongue inside and claiming everything it can reach, the sensation heightening my orgasm. He kisses me as if he can't get enough of me—and I'm equally as desperate.
