95

MILLIE
“His knowledge of this incident won’t come from me,” I blurted before he could open the door.
Sebastian glanced back, brows furrowing. “You should tell him. My actions were unforgivable.”
“They were, but I won’t inform him,” I asserted, resolute. “I don’t want to strip him of you.” We both understood the consequences. Gio would confront Sebastian for today’s transgressions, and even if it never escalated to violence, their dynamic would forever change. Gio needed Sebastian. I wouldn’t be the cause of that loss.
Sebastian inclined his head. “I swear I won’t menace you again.” He departed without waiting for my response, the door closing soundlessly.
I exhaled, pressing a hand over my racing heart, my trembling fingers testament to the shock I’d endured. Good Lord.
~*~
The echoes of my encounter with Sebastian were still reverberating within me when, later in the night, Gio returned. My efforts to distract myself by reading had proved futile; my thoughts kept drifting back to the tumultuous events that had unfolded earlier. Gio’s eyes, heavy with anger and disappointment, bore the weight of my actions as he undressed and made his way towards the bed. His voice was strained as he spoke, “Sebastian is en route to Amsterdam now. He might be absent for weeks, or even months, until he captures your sister.”
The mere mention of Sebastian made my grip on the book tighten. “Did you manage to see him before he left for the airport?” I inquired, my voice tinged with curiosity and concern.
“No, he was already gone when I arrived,” Gio replied curtly.
A mixture of emotions welled up within me, tempting me to apologize to Gio, even though I knew deep down that I would make the same choice again to help Harper. It seemed that Gio understood this as well. Slipping under the covers, his steely gray eyes scrutinized my face. I set the book aside, my fingers still trembling slightly, a reaction that had persisted since my confrontation with Sebastian.
Gio reached for my hand, an unspoken understanding passing between us. He must have noticed my trembling. His gaze softened as he brought my fingers to his lips, bestowing a gentle kiss upon them. “Perhaps I was too hard on you earlier today, but you backed me into a corner, Millie,” his words carried a mix of frustration and concern.
“I realize that,” I murmured softly, my gaze fixed on our entwined hands. “But my intention was never to betray you. I love you, Gio.”
Leaning in, Gio’s hand cradled my neck as he drew me into a kiss. The touch of his lips was accompanied by a mingling of tenderness and desire. His other hand ventured beneath my camisole, fingertips tracing a teasing path along my ribs until they encountered my nipple, eliciting a swift response. He pulled away slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I owe you for succumbing before you,” he rumbled, his voice carrying a low, smoldering tone that ignited a spark within me.
Piece by piece, he helped me shed my camisole and panties, his gaze possessing me in an almost possessive manner as it trailed along my exposed form. He reclined back, gripping my hips with a hint of urgency, urging me to position myself above him.
“Ride my face, my princess. I yearn to taste you,” his request, delivered with a mixture of hunger and command, sent a rush of need surging through me.
Responding to his desire, I ascended until I was poised above him, my body quivering with anticipation. Gio’s hands guided me into place, his touch firm yet restraining, preventing me from lowering myself onto his awaiting mouth. Our eyes locked, the silent intensity between us palpable. His tongue traced a deliberate path along my folds, a tantalizing touch that both teased and tantalized. As I trembled with longing, he pulled back slightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You’re so wet for me,” he observed, his words a seductive affirmation of my desire.
Meeting his gaze, I acknowledged the truth in his statement. The eroticism of our shared gaze heightened the intensity of the moment. With deliberate slowness, his tongue ventured between my folds, each stroke a deliberate tease. I shuddered under his ministrations, my fingers curling around the headboard as I surrendered to his exquisite torture. Each caress of his tongue stoked the flames of my arousal, and a soft moan escaped my lips as his tongue traced my opening, a sensation that both electrified and titillated.
Aching for more, I whimpered his name, my plea a testament to the escalating desire coursing through me. Once again, his tongue embarked on a deliberate journey, tracing the path to my clit before delivering a delicate nudge. My body quivered in response, a mix of frustration and longing echoing within me.
“Patience,” Gio rasped against my heated flesh, his voice a sultry command that only fueled my need. His teasing strokes persisted, each touch leaving me yearning for more. With an unyielding grip on my hips, he guided my movements, the exquisite dance of his tongue bringing me ever closer to the edge. My grip on the headboard tightened as I surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure he was orchestrating. The crescendo of need built within me, and Gio’s gaze held a heady mixture of desire, hunger, and a trace of restrained anger.
Finally, he relented, his hold on my hips easing. I descended, pressing myself onto his waiting mouth. A surge of ecstasy rippled through me as his lips enveloped my clit, his skillful ministrations coaxing a cry of pleasure from me. I teetered on the brink of release, every sensation amplified by the skill of his touch. My body arched, aching for release, yet I held back, yearning to prolong the exquisite tension. My fingers tightened, my body quivered, and then the dam of restraint shattered as my orgasm surged forth. I arched, gasped, and trembled in his grip as the waves of pleasure cascaded over me.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Gio expertly guided me through the throes of ecstasy, his gaze ablaze with his own longing and a hint of lingering frustration. As my body slowly recovered, he withdrew, his tongue leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. “There’s nothing more intoxicating than your essence on my lips,” he murmured, his words fanning the embers of my desire.
“Shall we indulge in another round?” his inquiry, laced with desire, ignited a fresh surge of need within me. Once again, his mouth claimed my trembling form, and I surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, my sensitivity only intensifying the pleasure that coursed through me.
With a deliberate shift, Gio adjusted our positions. I straddled his abdomen, the heat of his straining arousal teasing my senses. Without hesitation, I positioned myself, inch by inch, until he was fully within me. The joining of our bodies was met with mutual moans of pleasure. Leaning in, I captured his lips, tasting the mingling of our passions. My hips began to move, a rhythm building as pleasure unfurled within me. Our kisses grew fervent as our bodies moved in sync, a dance of shared desire.
The pleasure swelled, an irresistible tide building at the core of my being. With every movement, I felt the intensity mounting, our bodies becoming one in a symphony of ecstasy. Gio’s thrusts met my own, each one propelling us closer to the precipice of release. His words, laden with desire, reached my ears as he voiced his admiration, “You’re stunning beyond words.”
A surge of emotion welled up within me, and I confessed my devotion, my voice a breathless whisper, “I’ll follow you through any darkness, no matter where it leads.”
His grip tightened, his control slipping as his own climax drew near. His hand sought out my pleasure, igniting a fresh wave of sensation that pushed