Chapter 46

-Jianna-

I opened my eyes to see that I was in an unfamiliar place. I panicked for a minute, but I turned and saw James beside me, sleeping. Then, the memory of the events from the past couple of days came back.

I closed my eyes to try and forget the horrible events that happened. But then something else happened. A face. A familiar face.

"So you think you can just run away from this life, *Rosso*?" the man said while he held my neck. "You think you can just run away with this...*traditore*? This nobody?"

I looked at James on the ground, bloody and unconscious.

"I own you. The only way you're going to get out is when you're dead," he growled as he threw me across the room.

I opened my eyes, and I could still feel the man's hand around my throat. I started panting. What the fuck was that? Was that a memory?

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped, turning to see James sitting up, his eyes barely open.

"Baby, you ok?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I tried to settle my nerves and shook my head, trying to dispel the memory.

"Yeah. Just a nightmare, I think." I said, reassuring him.

Without opening his eyes, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. He then wrapped his massive arms around me as we lay back down, surrounding me with a warm sense of calm and safety. I heard him take a deep breath and bury his face in my hair.

"Mmm... Lavender. My favorite." he whispered. He pulled me in a little closer and gave me a couple of kisses from my hair to my neck. Then he fell back to sleep. It's like as if he had memorized every particle of my being.

I clung to him like my life depended on it. My heart was still racing, but I found myself calming down faster than I had ever done. Not even when I was with Sebastian have I felt safe and secure.

I turned my head and looked at him. His eyes were still closed, but his lips were curled in a small smile. It was at that moment that I realized how lucky I was to have him.

I leaned in and kissed him gently, savoring the feel of his lips against mine. He responded, deepening the kiss and pulling me closer.

"Let me rest, woman," he whispered as we pulled away to breathe.

"Fine. But don't be begging me for it later." I teased and snuggled in his chest.

He chuckled and went back to sleep.

I didn't realize that I had fallen back to sleep until I realized James' arms were no longer around me. I panicked and sat up quickly.

"James?" I called out, trying not to sound nervous. "James?" I called out again.

I heard a rustle in the bathroom and the door opening.

"James?" I repeated.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." he said from behind the steam coming out of the bathroom.

He must've taken a shower, I thought.

When the steam dispersed, I saw him with a towel on the lower half of his body, and he was drying his hair with another towel. He was still a little wet from his shower, so he was glistening.

Fuck is he sexy! I admired.

"Babe?" he asked, starting to form a grin on his lips.

"You like what you see?" he smirked.

"Mmmhmm..." I responded, biting my lower lip.

He slowly approached me, and my breath hitched as he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. The heat of his body emanated from every pore in his sculpted body. His body projected what I was already starting to feel.

He took off the towel. I could feel his stiff muscles rippling against my skin as his lips found their way to mine., kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I moaned, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and nibbles. I arched my back, giving him better access.

"Good god, I want you so bad," he growled, his hands roaming over my body.

I nodded, too aroused to form words. He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands quickly removing my clothes. He leaned in again, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He deepened the kiss, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me. As I felt my own desire growing, I arched my back, pushing my hips back into him, feeling his body against me. I let out a moan as our hips moved in unison, his hands slowly trailing down to my ass, gently caressing it at first but then squeezing them, which made me moan some more.

I started to kiss down his chest. He was gently biting on my ears, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his rock-hard body on my breasts, making my nipples harden.

He stopped kissing me and sat up. I opened my eyes, and I saw him with a grin on his face. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head. He then placed his hands on my knees and spread them.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"What does it look like?" he responded, taking a lone finger and slowly tracing down my leg, my thigh, and then stopping right below my pussy.

My breath caught in my throat, and my back arched, an involuntary moan escaping my lips. He took advantage of the situation, my thighs going limp and my legs opening wider to give him better access to his tongue slowly, teasingly, kissing my inner thighs.

Licking, tracing, and tasting me. And then I felt him, his lips on my clit. I was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. He started sucking on me, his lips pulling me in while his tongue is devouring my clit. It's like he's trying to get more of me. I can feel myself dripping wet, and his tongue is slipping in and out of my wetness. I felt like I was in a dream, my body vibrating in pleasure as he continued to devour me. I can feel my legs quaking. I opened my eyes to see him with that grin on his face.

He pulled away, and I was about to open my mouth to complain, but he started tracing his tongue down my slit, then back up again. I gasped for air, my hands tangled in his hair, pushing him into me. My hips bucked in response.

"Mmm...James..please.." I murmured.

I was so close my body was screaming for release.

He pulled away. "Turn around," he commanded.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Just do it," he commanded again.

I pouted but obeyed him. He moved to lie down on the bottom part of the bed and pulled me down to lay on top of him. I straddled him, and then he grabbed my hips and placed my opening right on top of his shaft, rubbing it against me.

"You want me inside you?" he asked.

I bit my lip, and I nodded.

He leaned in close. "Beg for it," he growled in my ear in a voice I hadn't heard from him before.

"Please. I want you inside me." I pleaded. I had never begged for anything before in my life.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him. Plunging himself into me. I gasped, closing my eyes.

He pulled me down again and again.

"Fuck you're so tight." he moaned.

He put his hands on my waist and started moving me up and down, thrusting up while my body was going down.

"Mmm..baby." I purred.

"You like that?" he asked, thrusting harder into me.

"Yes! Yes! Harder, faster." I moaned, his hands still on my waist, controlling the pace.

I could feel myself getting close; my body tightened around him as he continued to thrust harder.

"Oh god, James." I moan.

"Cum for me, baby," he murmured, kissing my neck.

It was enough to push me over the edge. My pussy tightened around him as I came, his name on my lips.

He stopped moving, letting my orgasm continue.

Finally, my orgasm subsided, and I could feel him still hard inside me. I started to move my hips again, grinding against him. He grinned and quickened his pace again.

He thrust a few more times, and I felt him release inside me.

He pulled me down again so I was lying on top of him. We were both panting, trying to catch our breaths.

I lifted my head and looked at him. He was staring back at me, a slight smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" I asked.

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are going forever." he gushed.

I'm in eternal bliss, and he's quoting Jane Austen. Can this be any more perfect?