Understanding dawned in Rodrigo's eyes. "Giana…"
"You said it in your office this morning that you wanted to take over that night," she said, tracing his jaw with her fingers. "I'm calling you on it, Rodrigo. Help me rewrite it and make it ours without all the hate."
He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze searching hers before he smiled.
"You know I would never be able to deny you anything," he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. He dipped his head, kissing her softly. "Where is it?"
She knew what he meant. The vibrator she had kept from that night was locked in the makeup case, brought from Bodrum.
"The bathroom," she whispered against his lips. "The blue case."
He kissed her again, slow and deep, before pulling back. "Stay here."
Rodrigo moved toward the door connecting their rooms. She watched him go, the powerful line of his back, the way the low light glinted off the damp ends of his dark hair. Her mouth went dry as a single word burned in her mind.Mine.Maybe he wasn't the only one who had a possessive streak.
Rodrigo returned moments later, the vibrator held loosely in his hand. His hungry eyes were fixed on her.
"On the bed," he instructed softly, his voice a velvet rasp that sent sparks skittering down her spine.
Giana moved without hesitation, the thick rug soft beneath her bare feet. She climbed onto the massive bed, the cool silk sheets whispering against her skin. She settled against the mountain of pillows, watching as Rodrigo approached. He placed the vibrator on the nightstand within easy reach, and his gaze swept over her, taking in every detail.
He reached for the hem of her sweater. "May I?"
She nodded, unable to speak, nerves suddenly creeping into her belly. He peeled the soft fabric up and over her head, discarding it carelessly on the floor.
The cool air of the room made her nipples peak instantly beneath the thin lace of her bra. His gaze lingered there for a heated moment before moving lower, to the waistband of her leggings. Another questioning look. She nodded.
Rodrigo hooked his thumbs into the elastic and slowly drew them down her legs, taking her panties with them. The reverence in his touch, the focused intensity of his gaze as he bared her, was more intimate than anything she had experienced before.
Rodrigo tossed the leggings aside, leaving her only in the flimsy lace bra. He knelt on the bed between her legs, his large hands sliding up her calves, over her knees, to rest on her inner thighs, pushing them gently apart. His touch was warm, firm, sending tremors through her already sensitized body.
"Beautiful," he murmured, the word a rough caress. His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin of her hips. "You're just so fucking beautiful, Giana."
He leaned down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. Giana whimpered, her head falling back against the pillows. His lips were like brands, trailing a path upward to the apex of her thighs.
He nuzzled the soft curls on her mound, inhaling deeply, the sound sending a fresh jolt of pure, liquid heat straight to her core. His tongue flicked out, a fleeting, soft touch against her already dampening flesh.
"Rodrigo…" His name was a breathless plea. She wanted to tell him she had never done this before, but she choked back the words.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, dark pools of heat and intent.
"Patience,anima mia," he rumbled, a ghost of his usual command in his voice. He reached for the vibrator on the nightstand but didn't turn it on.
Instead, he trailed the smooth tip of it along the same path his lips had taken, up her inner thigh, making her shiver. He circled her entrance, applying the faintest pressure, teasing, but not entering.
"Remember Florence?" he asked, his voice low, hypnotic. His gaze never left hers. "You were so fierce. So defiant. Taking what you wanted, forcing me to watch." He shifted the vibrator, dragging it slowly through her slick folds.
Giana whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily off the mattress, seeking more pressure.
"You bled for your freedom that night," he continued, his thumb joining the vibrator, circling her clit with agonizing slowness. "A queen, even when caged."
He pressed the vibrator more firmly against her clit just enough to tease her.
"Tell me what you want now, Giana," he commanded softly. "Tell me how you want me to help you."
She was trembling, her body coiled tight, every nerve ending screaming.
"I want you to make me feel it," she gasped, arching into his touch. "Like… like it's the first time. But with you."
