He tried so hard not be rough with her and show her the true nature and lust he has for her, but his resilience had broken then when he realised his mistake and pulled away, he heard her breathy moan asking for more his patience snapped.
He led her to the bed and lay her down, he glided on top of her, and his length rested against her stomach. They shared a kiss full of unspoken lust and promises. He felt her hand on his back, her tight fists clenched, and he realised he had to have her.
Mine.
But this was not about him, and he couldn't rush things due to his desire. He wanted her like no woman before, she captured his heart and soul years ago, but he had yet to capture hers.
As much as he yearned for her, he also wanted her to want him just as badly. He was obsessed though; he fell before long before he was even aware of it.
Begrudgingly he pulled away leaning his forehead against hers his body hovered over her, he saw her eyes hazy with lust then change to confusion, "Come la mia alba."
Raven sat up and he pulled her up and held her hand as he led her to their closet.
"Get ready, I want to give you a tour. This place has changed slightly since you were last here, some things will still be familiar though." He let go of her hand and didn't turn to look back, seeing her hazy gaze, shallow breaths and pink cheeks would be enough to make him to want to rush back and take her right there and then.
Patience.
He clenched his fists and closed their bedroom door behind him. He pinched his glabella and rushed to his kitchenette taking a step to the coffee machine he turned it on.
He needed to do something to take his mind of her, and off going back and thrusting inside her and making her his.
Making her, her morning coffee would possibly take his mind off his primal instincts for a moment. But his length throbbed with need still.
He took a deep breath and steadied himself as he held onto the kitchen countertop, she was just too tempting.
The bedroom doors opened, he spun at the noise, and he saw her emerge with a smile.
She didn't know it, but he had bought her everything himself. He had arranged for the best designer to send him pictures of this season's newest clothing. He perused the clothing and picked out everything with her in mind.
Today thankfully she didn't pick any of the dresses he picked as he didn't think he could hold back.
She chose to wear casual black skinny jeans and a purple vest top. His eyes settled on her top, her nipples poked out and he had to take another ragged breath before looking away.
He rubbed the back of his neck, "Does the… did I get the wrong size underwear?" He asked, he had only guessed her size.
He glanced back and saw her cheeks turn pink again and she glanced away as she murmured, "The clothes fit… except the bra. I think you… it is too big. I am much smaller… sorry."
He sighed and pulled her close his chest, "Don't be sorry, I have never bought anything for a woman before and my guess was off. We can pick some later online together." He kissed her forehead and smiled. Choosing together may be a lot more pleasurable.
Her cheeks flushed again, and she looked away shyly.
Angelo then took her hand and led her out, intimacy wise his woman seemed innocent and naïve that pleased him.
They descended the stairs, and he took her down the corridor and stood at the end.
"These bedrooms are for my men to crash; everyone has a room but not all stay. Luca bought a home recently for himself and Elena. It is only a few minutes from here." He then led her down the next staircase and into the living room.
It was where guests waited but he preferred his own suite to relax in. He showed her round the ground floor before indicating where the kitchen was. He wasn't about to stop; he was about to show her the gardens where they first met and spent time together, but she stood still.
"Is Giovani still here?" She asked. Her eyes were bright with mischief.
He cursed himself of course she would want to see Giovanni, "Of course he is. Like Esther, I offered them both retirements, but they refused for some unknown reason."
"I think I might know the reason why." She said with a smile.
"Mmm and what's that?" He asked as he tucked a rogue wave of her hair behind her ear.
But what she did next surprised him, she leant forward and poked his dimple without explaining. She then pulled him towards the kitchen.
He opened the heavy kitchen door and the noise erupted from inside. He had had to soundproof this room as Giovanni was known for his outbursts.
Luca and two of his men sat drinking their morning coffee at the dinner table having a quiet chat. But Esther and Giovanni as usual were having a heated argument. This was why he avoided the kitchen and had built a kitchenette in his suite.
The arguments would go on and on and would not be of anything of import, so he didn't understand their arguments.
He lifted a nearby rolling pin and slammed it down.
Everyone turned towards the loud bang. "Giovanni, you remember Raven." He then turned his gaze to the two men beside Luca.
Lorenzo was only hired six months ago and Kilian she wouldn't have met before.
Kilian had worked for him for years and was as close as Luca was to him. Kilian was his third in command and he was the best at what he did. Although he was the only non Italian working for him, he was probably even more trustworthy. He was a strong Irish man.
"Lorenzo, Kilian this is Raven. You will treat her with the same respect as you do me." He ordered.
Esther and Giovanni came forward and stole Raven from his grasp, feeling his hand empty he glanced to his men who nodded with respect.
Luca and Kilian stood at his side.
"We have an issue." Luca grunted.
Angelo sighed and glanced at Raven. She probably wouldn't mind him leaving her, but he loathed to do so.
She hugged Giovanni and stepped back and offered him a smile, "Go I will stay here and catch up."
Raven then beamed up at Giovanni, "Do you still make those cookies?"
Giovanni laughed and guided her behind the stove. "Come we will make some together and then I can show you how to make meatballs. Only you can have my private cooking lessons."
With a lot of effort Angelo turned and left the kitchen and headed towards his office.