My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 130

Ellie

Giovanni lifted me into his arms, cradling me in a bridal-style embrace. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst out of my ribcage. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, filled with desire and anticipation.

"Are you ready for this, Ellie?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"More than anything," I whispered.

Giovanni carried me up the staircase, each step bringing us closer to his room – and to our undeniable longing for one another. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I longed for him to touch me, to bring me even closer to him.

"Here we are," he said as we reached the landing. He carried me across the room, my heart racing with every step. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire.

He laid me down on the bed, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitched as our gazes met once more, both of us yearning for the same thing.

"Tell me what you want, Ellie," Giovanni demanded, his voice raw with passion.

"You," I replied without hesitation. "I want you, Giovanni." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I felt the heat of Giovanni’s body as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. Our mouths moved in sync, tongues dancing together in an intimate rhythm that left me breathless and wanting more.

"Ellie," he murmured against my lips, the sound of my name sending shivers down my spine.

"Please, Giovanni," I whispered, unsure of what I was asking for but knowing that I needed it. He seemed to understand, his fingers finding the intricate buttons on my wedding dress, deftly undoing them one by one. The fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling around my waist as the cool air kissed my exposed skin.

"Are you sure?" he asked once more, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation. Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, I knew that this was the path I wanted – no, needed – to take.

"Yes," I breathed.

As the lacy lingerie beneath my dress was revealed, I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable under Giovanni’s intense gaze. But there was something about the way he looked at me – like I was the most precious thing in the world – that set my fears at ease.

"Ellie, you’re so beautiful," he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to undress me.

"Giovanni," I whispered, unable to hold back as his strong hands delicately explored my body. My breath hitched in anticipation of every caress.

"Ellie," he murmured against my skin, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses along my neck. The sensation was electrifying, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, craving more of him. Our eyes locked for a moment, the passion between us nearly tangible.

"Tell me what you want," he prompted, his voice low and husky.

"More," I gasped, feeling bolder with each second that passed. "I need more of you, Giovanni."

"Your wish is my command," he replied, his fingers gliding over my curves, teasing and tantalizing me in ways I never thought possible. It felt as if we were losing ourselves in the moment, all thoughts of betrayal, loyalty, and revenge fading away.

I felt my fingers tangle in Giovanni’s hair, holding his head close as he moved lower, his lips igniting a trail of fire along my collarbone and down to my breasts. The pleasure coursed through my veins, my body responding to his every touch.

His mouth engulfed my nipple, and I let out a soft moan, my entire body trembling with desire. The contrast between his warm mouth and the cool air around us sent shivers coursing through me.

Giovanni cupped my other breast and I gasped as he pinched my nipple. "Do you like that?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes," I whispered.

Giovanni’s touch felt like a drug, and I was addicted. Every time his fingers brushed against my skin, my body arched in response, craving more of him.

"Do you want me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive as he trailed kisses down my stomach.

"Yes," I breathed, eager for the pleasure that he could give me. My mind was consumed with thoughts of him – his touch, his lips, his body pressed against mine.

Without hesitation, Giovanni lowered himself between my legs and gently spread them apart. His hot breath ghosted over my center before he dipped his head lower and began to explore me with his tongue.

Pleasure exploded within me as he expertly flicked and circled my sensitive nub. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, building up to an intense climax.

As I reached the peak of ecstasy, Giovanni’s name fell from my lips in a breathless cry. He continued to pleasure me until I couldn’t take it anymore, succumbing to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over me.

As I came down from my high, Giovanni kissed his way back up my body until our lips met in a passionate kiss. I could taste myself on him as our tongues danced together.

"I want you," I whispered against his lips, unable to hold back any longer. "I need you."

With that permission granted, Giovanni positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me. The sensation was even more intense than before; pain mixed with pleasure as we became one.

He started off slow and gentle at first but soon picked up the pace as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me until we were both clinging to each other desperately.

I entwined my legs around him, pulling him closer as he plunged deeper inside me.

Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the ecstasy intensifying with each motion. Giovanni’s control was slipping, his breaths becoming heavy and erratic as his pace grew more intense.

I moaned his name, my nails digging into his back as I felt the familiar coil of pleasure building within me. "I’m going to come again," I gasped.

Giovanni’s lips captured mine, tongues dancing wildly as we reached our peak together with a final burst of passion.

He fell onto me, exhausted. I ran my hands gently over his damp skin and took slow, deep breaths until I had calmed down. We held onto each other tightly, not wanting to let go.

I couldn’t help but take in the sight of his naked body. The way his muscles rippled beneath his tan skin, the way his eyes looked at me with desire and protectiveness, it was all too much for me to bear.

Giovanni’s breathing was heavy, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against my chest. I traced my fingers over the well-defined lines of his body, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. It was like touching fire, yet it didn’t burn; instead, it enveloped me in a comforting embrace.

"Again," I breathed, unable to take my eyes off him or the feel of his skin against mine. "I want to do it again."

The sound of Giovanni’s low chuckle gave me goosebumps. "Give me five more minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two," he murmured with a seductive grin. I couldn’t resist smiling at his playful charm.

"I want to feel you inside me again," I confessed, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Am I being shameless?" I whispered, tracing lines over the ridges of his muscles.

"Never," Giovanni reassured me with a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You’re my desire, my obsession. I’ll make love to you as much as you want, whenever you want, for as long as you want," he promised, his voice low and intimate, sending shivers down my spine.

God...I never wanted a man as much as I wanted Giovanni.

I reached between his legs and traced my fingers over the hardness that lay beneath. He twitched a bit as I touched the tip of his penis, feeling it’s wetness.

He twitched a bit at my touch, and I couldn’t resist teasing him further by running my fingers along the length of his penis, feeling its wetness.

Giovanni let out a soft groan and leaned into my touch, his own hands roaming over my body.

"I want you to ride me, Ellie," he rasped.

I straddled him and positioned myself above his length before slowly sinking down onto it.

The sensation of him filling me was both exhilarating and intimate. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, sinking deeper and deeper till we were one. My body felt alive, every nerve ending screaming in pleasure.

As I moved up and down, Giovanni’s hands gripped my waist, guiding me, his hip thrusts meeting mine in perfect sync.

My heart raced, matching the rhythm of our lovemaking, and I could feel the pulse of his heart beneath my hands. It was like we were connected on an unseen level.

As the climax approached, Giovanni’s eyes locked with mine, his gaze intense and full of lust. He whispered my name, and I froze, our eyes locked in a heated exchange.

His hands left my waist, and he began to thrust faster, harder. The pleasure built up inside me, an intense wave of euphoria crashing over me. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as I climaxed.

Giovanni’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he too reached his peak, his rapid breaths shaking my entire being. We collapsed together, our bodies sticky with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

As we lay there, entwined, I couldn’t help but feel like I was exactly where I belonged.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion.

"And I love you more," Giovanni replied, his voice equally soft.