Alessia Mancini
Giovanni's deep laugh rumbled through his chest, the vibrations traveling through my body where we were pressed together. His lips quirked up in that infuriatingly sexy smirk.
"Patience, mia leonessa," he murmured, his accent thicker than usual.
I whimpered as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling achingly empty. He released my wrists, trailing his hands down my arms in a feather-light caress that left goosebumps in its wake.
I watched, transfixed, as Giovanni sat back on his heels and began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. My mouth went dry at the gradual reveal of his chiseled torso. I longed to trace the defined muscles with my tongue, to feel his heated skin beneath my palms.
"You're torturing me," I complained, though there was no real
