Giovanni reached out to her, taking the front clasp of her bra between his fingers and releasing it.
She gasped but didn’t attempt to hide her body from his view. As his wife, she now belonged to him, in body, in mind, and in soul. He wasn’t in her heart. She didn’t love him.
Not yet.
Valentina wasn’t even sure if she could love him, or if she wanted to.
He stepped close, and she felt the ridge of his cock press against her stomach. She still didn’t look down and gave a yelp as he grabbed the lacy edge of her panties. With them in his grasp, he tugged, tearing them right off her body.
Giovanni stepped into the shower first, holding her hands and guiding her inside. He locked their fingers together, and it was like she was under a spell. Neither of them spoke as he pulled her close, suddenly spinning her so her back was pressed against his front.
Both of his hands were on her waist.
She held her breath as his lips stroked across her neck. So gentle at first. The touch sent pulses of pleasure through her body. Even her tits felt too heavy to handle this kind of torture.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She never trusted anyone, but then, in the back of her mind, she had a flash of the moment she had first seen him three years ago. When he’d come for her and told her to trust him. That he would protect her. Take care of her.
He hadn’t broken his word.
“Yes,” she said.
Giovanni Romano was the only man in the world she did trust.
“Good.”
One of his hands moved over her body, stroking down to her stomach, and he pressed his palm against her pussy. “Open your legs,” he said.
She spread her thighs, and a single finger slid between her slit.
Valentina gasped. No one had ever touched her like this.
His other hand had already worked up her body, going toward her breasts. He cupped one within his palm, massaging the nipple between his fingers.
She closed her eyes and jolted within his arms as the finger on her pussy started to stroke, to touch. Then he grazed across her clit, and she was unable to keep the gasp out of her mouth.
“You are so fucking special, baby. You have no idea how much. I’m going to show you everything. You are mine.”
No one had ever been so possessive of her.
She … loved it. Craved it. Didn’t want it to stop, not for a single second.
“You drive me crazy,” he said.
Two fingers worked between her slit, stroking her clit, driving her higher and startling her with this need to feel more. She had to touch him. As she reached behind her, she placed her hands on his thighs. Both of them, so thick and hard.
She closed her eyes, feeling safe, protected, and so desperate for release.
The hand on her breast disappeared, and she opened her eyes. He reached down, moving her hand up, until she touched—holy shit.
Giovanni was huge. Massive. So thick and wide.
“I am not going to break,” he said.
She could tell. Not that she’d held any other cock within her grasp.
“Touch me,” he said.