Chapter 80 Closer
ARYA’S POV
And he didn’t stop.
His hands roamed my body, one tangling in my hair to tilt my head, the other sliding up my thigh, pushing my pants longer. His fingers traced the damp evidence of my arousal.
He leaned back enough to growl in my ear. “You have been fighting this for so long?” That anger of yours... it's just foreplay.”
I leaned back, my chest heaving. “Maybe I want to fight.”
But even as I said it, my legs parted slightly and he smirked and shifted closer.
His hand returned to my thigh, hus fingers dipping under the edge of my panties. “Then fight me,” he challenged, voice husky.
But instead of words, his mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring with deliberate strokes that mirrored his finger.
I moaned into him, my hands roaming his arms, and pulling him closer.
“You're mine to ruin,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. “And I'll make it worth every sin.”
His hands stripped away my clothes and I helped him shrug everything off until I lay bare beneath him, my skin prickling in the dim light.
I shoved at his shirt. “Your turn.”
But he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, the other cupping my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple until it hardened.
“Not yet,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble.
The kiss that followed shot my brain down. his lips mapping my collarbone and my throat, down to suckle at my breasts while I writhed, my legs quaking already from the buildup.
I was angry because of the control he had over me but it fueled my arousal, making my hips grind against him, seeking relief.
He released my wrists only to kneel between my spread legs, then hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them off, exposing my pussy to the cool air.
“Look at you,” he murmured, pattng at my swollen lips with his fingers. “So wet already. Let me taste that sweetness of yours.”
His mouth descended without warning, his tongue was warm and unforgiving as he licked up my slit, from entrance to clit in one long stroke.
“Fuck! Oh, Gio!” I cried out as my hands fisted the sheets.
The sensation waa electric when he parted my folds with his thumbs, exposing me fully.
“Gio, please!” I whimpered, but it dissolved into a moan as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking relentlessly.
He ate me out with no mercy, his lips sealing around my pussy, tongue delving inside to fuck me with wet, thrusting motions.
“That's it,” he groaned, voice muffled against my skin, his hands gripping my thighs to hold them wide. “Feel what I do to you. Don't hold back.”
His words vibrated through me, and I obeyed, my hips bucking as my stomach coiled tight.
He alternated between fucking my entrance, where I was slickest, then circling my clit with his tongue. My legs began to quake, muscles trembling under his hold, the sultry anger forgotten.
“Oh… unh!” I was muttering gibberish at this point but I didn’t care, not with how close I was to exploding. “Yessss!”
Giovanni growled in response, reaching up to grab one of my breast and squeezing, rolling between his fingers.
“Fuckkkk!!” I cried out, not caring who would hear.
Tears were already building up in my eyes and I was starting to convulse, my back arching up from the bed and my lips parted open in a silent prayer.
“Come for me,” he commanded, one finger sliding inside me, then two, curling to hit that spot while his mouth worked my clit.
The pressure mounted until it shattered and my pussy clenched around his fingers while hot fluid gushed onto his tongue, his chin, soaking the sheets.
I cried out, back arching, legs shaking violently as waves crashed over me.
But he didn't stop. “Again,” he growled, licking through the mess, tongue plunging deeper, lapping up every drop.
His fingers pumped faster, thumb on my clit now, guiding me through another orgasm.
“No! I can’t!” I thrashed, oversensitive, but the pleasure was addictive.
He ate me over and over until my squirming turned to full-body shudders, orgasms blending into one endless peak.
“Let go,” he urged between laps, “I've got you.”
My vision blurred, cries echoing off the walls, until finally, my body gave out. I collapsed limp against the mattress, my chest heaving while my pussy throbbed.
He rose then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, hus eyes dark with satisfaction.
Crawling up my body, he captured my lips in a deep kiss, the taste of myself on his tongue was sensational.
I melted into it, my hands weak but reaching for him, sliding down his chest toward his belt.
“Let me touch you,” I whispered, sultry while my fingers fumbled for his cock which was already hard and straining against his pants.
He shook his head instead. “No,” he said firmly, catching my hand and kissing my palm.
I insisted, tugging free, “Gio, please… I want to pleasure you too.”
But he silenced me with another kiss. “I'm fine,” he murmured against my lips, nipping gently. “This was for you. Let me have that.”
His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer against his chest. "Good night, Arya."
He nuzzled into my neck, his breathing already starting to even out, and I felt the tension drain from his body as sleep claimed him.
I lay there in his arms, my mind still racing with the weight of everything that had changed between us tonight.
And I had only one unspoken question… what the hell were we doing?
If you were Arya right now… would you keep fighting him — or finally ask why he looks like losing you might destroy him?
Comment: TEAM RUN 🏃♀️ or TEAM STAY 😈