More Than This by Dominique Wolf

CHAPTER 38:

Isabella

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he rational voice in my head was screaming for me to turn around. It begged me to back out and leave right now.

What are you doing, Isabella?

Hand in hand with Giovanni, we walked into his apartment and I was welcomed by his home again. We were both far too intoxicated to get behind the wheel so Giovanni called a cab to bring us here. We said nothing further on the way here but the tension was suffocating. He held my hand the entire time and I was happy to feel his touch again. Even something as small as the way in which he caressed my hand with his thumb was enough for me. I didn’t want to think of all the reasons for us not to do this. Tonight, my heart had won the battle. I just wanted to be with him again.

He let go of my hand and strolled over to the curtains in his lounge, pulling them closed as he shut us off from the outside world.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, dropping his jacket onto his couch as he walked back into the kitchen.

I walked over to the counter and placed my coat on it.. “What do you have?”

“I'm not going to offer you whiskey again cause I know you didn't enjoy that.” He opened up the fridge. “I have white wine though if you'd like.”

With the alcohol still pulsing through my body, I shook my head. “I'm actually fine for now.”

He walked over to where I stood and leaned his hands on either side of me as my back was against the counter. He smelled of faint alcohol mixed with his cologne. It was still so strong and I loved it. Just breathing him in intoxicated my senses. He wore a black shirt that fit perfectly around his arms, showing every curve of his muscles. I allowed my eyes to wander over the dark markings against his skin before I flicked my eyes up to meet his. He was already looking down at me and my breath caught in my throat at the intensity in his eyes. He wanted me.

I reached out and ran my hands up his shirt and over his chest. “I like your shirt.”

He smirked. “Really? It's not that great.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, I should have been more specific,” I murmured seductively, a new refound confidence washing over me. “I meant I'd like your shirt if it was on the floor.”

“Well, that can easily be arranged.” He reached over his head and pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his naked body. Fuck, I loved his tattoos. They captivated my attention. I ran my fingers along his chest and down his arms, making my way over each of them. He stepped closer to me, closing in the proximity between us.

“Your turn,” he murmured.

“I can't just pull mine over my head like you did.” I turned around so my back was facing him and slowly moved my hair to the front. “You'll have to help me with the zip.”

“I can do that for you.” He reached for my zip and slowly pulled it down, his fingertips brushing over my skin.

I peeled the dress off my arms and allowed it to fall to the floor. He pulled me closer to him and we were skin to skin now. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He leaned into my ear and nipped at the top of it causing me to gasp, arousal rolling through me. He moved his lips down my neck and I reached my arm behind me, finding his hair. I leaned my head back and soaked in what he was doing to me. Every kiss sets my body alight. Pulling me closer to him, I could feel him hard against me.

The rational voice in my head slipped into nothing more than a distant echo as my hunger for him pushed its way to the front. Every red flag that reminded me of what a bad idea this was had disintegrated. I just didn't care anymore. I only cared about him.

I turned to meet his eyes that were now filled with nothing but salacious desire. He ran his hands down my body and reached my stockings. He slowly pulled them down my legs as I kicked my boots off. He brought himself up again after removing them, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. His strong arms came around me as he lifted me onto the counter, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pulled into me. My body was cold against the granite counter but the heat between us was enough to make me forget all about that.

My tongue flicked over his as I felt his hands run up my body to cup my breast in his hand, rubbing and pinching at an intensity that excited me.

He pulled away. “Lean your hands against the counter.”

I followed his instruction as he unhooked my legs from his waist. He reached for my underwear and started pulling it down. I arched my body to give him enough space and it fell to the floor. My heart was beating incessantly at the anticipation of what was coming next. He was in control and I was more than happy to hand my body over to him.

“What do you want, Isabella?” he murmured seductively.

“I just want you, Giovanni.”

“Only me?”

“Always.”

He smirked and brought my right leg up onto the counter, keeping it bent as he leaned closer to me. I pulled at my lip as the throbbing between my legs intensified. He leaned closer to me and I already knew what was coming. I felt the hunger for him down to my core and my body was screaming for a release. He positioned himself between my legs and brought his tongue over me causing me to lean my head back as the heat tore through me. He brought my other leg onto the counter and pulled me closer to him, his hungry tongue exploring me. I arched my hips towards him and I would have given anything to be able to see this from an outsider's perspective. I was spread across the kitchen counter as his head buried itself between my legs - an image that was sending my body into a frenzy along with what he was doing to me. He knew exactly what to do - each flick over me was a calculated rhythm that set my body on fire. He increased the intensity and my hand found its way into his hair, tugging at it as I tried to contain the pleasure building inside of me.

“Don't hold back, Isabella, I want to hear you.”

I groaned at his encouragement and flicked my hips against him, matching his rhythm. My knees felt weak and I was unable to control the growing sensation between my legs.

“Yes, Giovanni,” I moaned. “Don't stop.”

And he didn't.

He picked up the pace and moved with my rhythm as I approached my climax. His beard was rough against me as he flicked over me one last time before I came undone. I threw my head back and allowed myself to be consumed by the delirious pleasure that shot through every inch of my body. He removed himself from between my legs and pulled me closer to him, his lips crashing against mine. He had no intention of stopping and I was dying to feel him inside of me again.

He explored my lips with a rough and greedy energy to it. I loved it. The ripple of electricity pulsing through my veins pushed my desire for him further and further. I gripped at his arms, digging my nails into them. My legs wrapped around his body and he lifted me, moving us to the couch. He lay me down and removed his pants and underwear, finally sharing himself with me again. I bit my lip at the sight of how ready he was for me. He didn’t even bother with a condom and frankly, I didn’t care. There was nothing like being able to feel him skin to skin inside of me. Nothing could compare.

I lay against the couch and opened my legs for him, inviting him where he needed to be. He brought his body over mine and positioned himself between my legs. I held my breath as I anticipated the feeling coming next. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pushed himself deep inside of me. My eyes closed as I tightened around him, my body already sensitive to the enthralling pleasure on its way again. He leaned his arm against the back of the couch above my head and moved his body with mine.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured.

I happily obliged. I wrapped my legs and arched my hips up, following his movements. My body was already weak, but that didn't stop the constant desire pushing its way through me. It rolled over every inch of my body the deeper he went, knowing exactly where he was meant to be. With each thrust, we became one and my heart attached itself to him. This was so much more than just a physical connection. It always has been. No matter how much I tried to pretend it wasn’t true, my heart would always belong to him.

I dug my nails into his arms, trying to contain the pressure building between my legs again.

His name rolled off my tongue the way it always did. I didn't hold back - I never had. He needed to know how he was making me feel. Strands of hair fell forward and I watched as he tilted his head back, soaking in the pleasure. It was captivating to watch him as he approached his climax. The greedy hunger pushed its way through both of us as we increased our intensity.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeated over and over as he worked his way inside me.

His lips crashed against mine as I found my climax again, the pleasure rolling through me. I gasped against his lips as he joined me and fell against my body, both of us trying to catch our breath. I ran my fingers through his hair as he lay against my chest. I stared at the ceiling above me trying to get a handle on my breathing. The feeling that washed over me was incomparable. Nothing could take away the memory of what it felt like to have him again . He lifted his head and I brought mine forward to meet his gaze.

“You're the only one for me, Isabella,” he whispered.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I had to shut my eyes to stop the tears that were starting to form. Giovanni was everything to me and there was no escaping the way I loved him. My heart had shattered into a million pieces and yet, when I was with him, I forgot all about that. I forgot all about all the reasons for us not to be together. It was just him and me and I didn't want to lose that. I felt whole again.

“And I know you love me, Isabella.” He sat up and leaned against the couch. “We keep finding our way back to each other because you know we're meant to be together.”

“I've tried to forget you, Giovanni. I've tried my hardest to move on but I always seem to find my way back to you.”

“You say that as if it's a bad thing.”

Given the fact that we were broken up, it was a bad thing. It was bad that we constantly found ourselves in this situation but I couldn't fight my feelings for him. The more time I spent apart from him, the more I realised just how much I needed him in my life.

I shifted closer to him. “I just want to be here with you right now. I don't want to think of tomorrow or what we're going to do. I just want this.”

He pulled me into his arms and I rested my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. It was easy to forget what we had to deal with when it was just the two of us. When there was no reminder of Casey and the baby, I was happy with him but I couldn't fool myself into thinking our problems were just going to disappear. I was putting my heart through hell here but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to hold onto him for as long as I could. The voice in my head reminded me that I couldn't continue this back and forth with him for much longer. I had promised myself we were done the last time I walked out of here but it was proving to be difficult to drag myself away from Giovanni. I love him. More than I had ever loved anyone before. That hadn’t changed and it was never going to.

As much as I wanted to remain in blissful ignorance, we both knew this couldn’t go on like this. I had some decisions to make now. For real this time.