Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Fern's Perspective
I grunted softly to keep from losing consciousness and falling into a pit of desire, but the faint, inaudible refusal aroused Giovanni's determination to conquer.
His hands climbed to the small of my back and reached their peak—a gentle caress that sent my arousal into a frenzy as he brushed them over me.
I was lost in his intoxicating scent, feeling arousal grow inside me. My breasts hardened for him, and I found myself excited when he noticed, hunger deep in his eyes.
I felt a hot rush beneath me, causing a gasp. My eyes were fixed on Giovanni, who frowned as he lay beneath me. My body trembled slightly under Giovanni's touch, not from fear but from something else.
I sensed something stirring slowly, like a huge ship arriving in harbor with a complaining whistle, wondering why ships on long voyages weren't allowed to dock.
Giovanni slowly sat up, lifting me again, his lips trailing down my neck, skimming my collarbone again. The sensation made my head swim, tensing my body, pushing harder on my toes, hands bracing on Giovanni's body, biting my lip tightly, body trembling with excitement.
Immediately after, he launched another surprise attack, a solid sensation flooding my senses, a fullness I'd never felt before enveloping me. I bit my lip, knowing what was about to happen.
I felt like I'd been drenched in rain and dumped into a swamp, soaked to the bone, my body going limp without my command.
"Giovanni, no... Don't," I pleaded. The unfamiliar sensations started to turn painful after the fleeting fullness, tears filling my eyes uncontrollably.
"Trust me," he whispered.
I tilted my head back, body shaking uncontrollably as Giovanni moved.
I watched as Giovanni's eyes met mine. I begged him to fill me, to take me, because that's what I truly desired. I wanted all of him, though I didn't understand why.
Slowly, Giovanni slid further into me.
I held my head high as a persistent fullness enveloped me from the bottom up, like a hungry bird awaiting feeding with its beak wide open.
I took it upon myself to embrace Giovanni, wrapping my arms around his neck to draw myself closer to him. Giovanni resumed his movements, unusually careful and slow, always watching my expression.
As the pace quickened, a delightful sensation spread throughout my body, a pleasure I had never known before. Wave after wave washed over me, propelling me towards the peak of ecstasy.
Instinctively, I matched Giovanni's rhythm with a wiggle of my hips, noticing a new expression of pleasure on his face.
I shared in that pleasure and craved more. I sensed Giovanni's patience wearing thin, as if his earlier gentleness had been a facade. He relished dominating me in his own way, his movements gradually becoming rough once more, echoing their primal beginning, his throat emitting a beastly rumble as he possessed my body aggressively.
Suddenly, Giovanni rose from the stone, leaving me instantly engulfed in a great emptiness that provoked a feral cry of protest from me. "No! No!"
He withdrew abruptly, leaving me feeling hollow, then swiftly turned me around. With me on all fours, Giovanni hoisted my full buttocks into the air and thrust into me forcefully.
He pushed me down onto the rocks with rough urgency. I braced my hands against the stone and arched my back slowly. A feeling of indescribable shame washed over me, as though countless eyes were fixed intently upon me from all directions, leaving me slightly spellbound with a curious sense of anticipation.
Giovanni's hands gripped my waist and thrust hard. My body shuddered; I felt like a small boat in a storm, tossed relentlessly by violent waves.
The sensation of fullness intensified, and something strange stirred inside me—a swelling that brought a cry to my lips as I tried to pull away.
However, Giovanni's hands tightened around my waist, drawing me closer, anchoring me in place as he continued his vigorous thrusts.
I wasn't alone in feeling arousal from our actions; Giovanni's voice revealed his pleasure in being with me, in possessing me.
Gradually, he eased me down, still moving inside me, then lay on his side, holding me in his arms until his climax allowed him release.
I lifted my head as a gray mist enveloped us, moonlight bathing us again as if in a sacred ritual.
The fog dispersed slowly, and a fragrant sweat coated my body, shimmering in the moonlight.
I lost track of time before Giovanni gently cradled me against his broad chest, soothing my back where faint bruises, marks of his earlier touch, remained.
Exhausted, darkness overcame me, and stars filled my vision.
Dust particles danced in the light streaming through my open window. I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling disoriented.
What happened to me last night? Yes... I went to the dinner party, then returned to my room, and Giovanni came and took me to the forest, then...
I didn’t know how and when I came back to my room.
I turned to see Giovanni, who was still asleep.
Memories began flooding back. It felt like a dream beyond my wildest imagination. It was as if I was watching a movie through a blurry window, yet the intense pain and pleasure were so vivid that I knew it wasn't a dream.
Giovanni's arms encircled my waist as I sat up against the headboard. He closed his eyes and rested his head on my bare waist.
I gazed down at him, amazed. He was still beside me.
His thick lashes cast shadows beneath his eyes, and his defined jawline, perfect nose, and lips made him as elegant as a prince. His brow furrowed as if something troubled him.
Soon, a low grunt broke the silence between us. "Fern, don't leave me."
I jerked, looking at Giovanni in surprise, my mind racing.
Fern. I had almost forgotten my real name, but hearing it from Giovanni's lips made me question if this was a dream or illusion.
Giovanni stirred slowly and glanced around with a puzzled expression. His eyes met mine.
He paused, seeming to struggle to recall what had happened. I stared at him, waiting.
Then, he offered a faint smile. "Good morning, Aurora."
It felt as though my heart shattered into pieces.
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