Not a single drop of ink marked Riley’s skin, but he still tasted her as if she was a piece of art. Sweet and mouthwatering, like French vanilla ice cream melting down a waffle cone.

He wanted to lick her all over and make her scream.

Giovanni’s cock pressed against his fly, eager to be set free. He thumbed open the button and pulled down the zipper, letting his pants slide down his thighs to expose the boxer-briefs he wore beneath and kicking his shoes off before dropping his pants to the floor. Riley’s dark gaze was drawn to his bulge immediately, and as inclined as he was to palm himself through the fabric, he craved her touch.

“Lift one arm,” he instructed, and she did so without question. He took her by the wrist and set her palm against the rigid outline of his erection. A shiver shot down Riley’s arm, and she squeezed tentatively.

The touch of her hand, even through cotton, was heaven. Giovanni dropped his chin and sucked in a breath. His hips pressed forward, and he thrust into her hand.

For a while, they played like that, Riley pumping him clumsily through the fabric of his boxer-briefs while Giovanni pistoned his hips into her hand. It was enough for the moment but as he drew nearer to orgasm, he knew he couldn’t waste himself on a handjob.

Tonight Riley was his, and he was going to enjoy every inch of her.

His hand covered hers, and he took it away from his cock. “Back over your head,” he instructed. “Keep it pinned there.”

“Yes.” Her rapid, breathy response made his cock throb.

Her willingness was intoxicating, and he was eager to please her for her behavior. Carefully, he lowered himself over her body so both his thighs were between her legs. Their kiss resumed, eager and passionate, and her tongue caressed his and made him crazy for her.

Giovanni’s hands worked their way between their bodies, and he cupped both of her breasts, tracing his fingers over her hardened nipples.

Riley’s body went board stiff before relaxing all at once. She moaned and pressed into his hands, and Giovanni kept stroking and tugging at the tender buds. As he worked her breasts, his hips pumped forward into her. The hardened rod of his erection pushed against her sex, separated only by the thin undergarments they wore.

Between gasped breaths and rocking hips, they teased each other. Riley met his every move with passion of her own, and his cock throbbed for her. Each thrust forward heightened his need for her, and each backward movement left him craving her touch all over again.

“Gio,” she whispered, his name a chant that pulsed in his balls and threatened to make him spill his seed. “Oh, my god, Gio.”

As their rocking grew frantic, the kiss broke for good. Giovanni moved down her body and held her breasts together, then ran his tongue over one of her nipples as Riley closed her eyes and arched her back. He sucked, nipped, and licked, before shifting to the other side and repeating it all over. By the time he drew away, Riley was squirming beneath him, eyes partially lidded, mouth hanging agape.

She was as delicious as he imagined.

“Want you now,” Giovanni whispered to her. His thumbs hooked behind the thin elastic of her thong, and he tugged it over her thighs slowly to reveal her mound. “You’re mine.”

There was no argument. Riley’s full lips parted, and she lifted her hips willingly. “I’m on birth control,” she blurted out before blushing.

Giovanni’s grin grew decadent as thoughts of filling her made his erection painful. “Good, because I’m clean.” He drew her thong down over her thighs until it was free from her body.

Riley was bare for him, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

Unable to resist her, he kissed his way down her ribs, over her flat stomach, and then down her thigh. Riley parted her legs for him, body quivering in anticipation, her breathless, “me too,” making him flex his hips in response. There was something so innocent about her that made him feel powerful. She was prey, and he was the predator who had her pinned beneath his paws. Giovanni would swallow her whole.

He kissed along her inner thigh, then nosed against her folds and nuzzled her swollen clit. Riley moaned, her voice hitching once it reached its peak. One of her hands rooted in his hair, holding him in place as he nuzzled and breathed her in. She was every bit as perfect as he expected.

A slight tilt of his head introduced his lips to her clit, and he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue across it. Riley moaned again, louder than before, and arched up to press against his face. Giovanni buried his face against her, breathing her in, letting his tongue flick and stroke to drive her crazy. She was dripping for him, but he was greedy for more. Until she was wound so tight she couldn’t take it, until she was drenched and begging for relief, he wouldn’t stop.

Her delicate skin parted for him, and she lifted her body up to better the angle between them. The movement broke their contact, and Giovanni backed up to look her over now that she was bare. The folds between her legs glistened, soaked for him and because of him. Giovanni raked his teeth over his bottom lip and let his gaze travel up her body, over the curves of her hips and to her full, beautiful breasts. Everything about her made him want to own her, possess her, and prove to her that she needed no other man.

“Gio, please,” she begged. Her hair fanned out on the bed like a halo, and her eyes were so lidded they were almost closed. She held her legs wide open for him, shameless. The heels she still wore giving her an absolutely decadent look. “Please, I need you. I need you so badly.”

The accent she tried so hard to suppress was starting to seep back into her words, the subdued Irish intonations way too fucking hot. His cock throbbed, and he hitched a thumb into his boxer-briefs and guided them down. As the fabric passed his crotch, his cock bobbed free. A string of precum suspended between his slit and his boxer-briefs snapped, coating his shaft.

Something in him broke, snapping as easily as the string of precum had. It lurched in his gut and spiraled, dizzying. Giovanni dropped down over her, supporting his weight on his hands as he moved into position between her legs. Their lips met, desperate for each other. Riley was attuned to his lust as though they’d been made for one another.

“Gonna fill you,” Giovanni growled against Riley’s lips. She gasped wordlessly, her fingers curling against his scalp. One of her thighs brushed against his hip, and he wanted nothing more for her than to wrap her shapely legs around him. “Gonna stretch you. Gonna make you come, Riley. I’m going to fucking make you come.”

The woman who’d walked into his shop as if she owned the place, who flung around rules and who meddled in his affairs, was in his bed begging for him. The mouth that argued against him with every chance it got was now agape with pleasure, and her sharp, critical eyes were fogged with mind-numbing bliss. Riley was never more gorgeous than she was in that moment.

Giovanni bucked forward, sliding the thick head of his cock between her folds. It brushed against her clit, and Riley gasped and squirmed, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. He wasn’t inside of her yet, but his shaft grazed against her slick entrance, and he shuddered head to toe.

For a while, all they did was grind their hips together. Giovanni’s cock wetted itself with her body, and he thrust over and over, caressing her clit and brushing by her entrance. Riley shook. Her hips worked against him, and he could tell from how irregular the rhythm was that it was involuntary. He’d seduced every inch of her and made her want him so desperately that there was nothing she could do but beg for his shaft to fill her.

Giovanni gave her exactly what she wanted.

His hand slipped between their bodies, and he grasped himself by the base of his cock. When he pumped his hips forward this time, the fat crown of his cock plunged into her entrance. She was tight and wet and warm, and he grunted in delight as he pushed deeper into her.

“Gio!” her words were shrill and fragile. “Oh, my god, Gio!”

Just a little more and he was sure she’d fall to pieces, crumbling into broken fragments thinly bound by lust. It would be easy to get her to crack under pressure and give in to mindless, desperate fucking.

But Giovanni didn’t want her to break.

Not yet.