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.
