Alessia Mancini
I sank into Giovanni's kiss, heat blooming through my body as his strong hands gripped my hips. The leather of the armchair creaked softly as I shifted, pressing closer to him. His cologne, spicy and rich, filled my senses, mingling with the lingering scent of whiskey on his breath.
"Mia leonessa," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "You were magnificent today.”
I pulled back slightly, searching his dark eyes. "You're not upset that I handled it myself?"
Giovanni's laugh rumbled through his chest. "Upset? No, cara mia. Impressed. And," he added, his fingers tracing a teasing path up my spine, "incredibly turned on."
A shiver ran through me at his touch. "Is that so?" I teased, rolling my hips against his. The hardness I felt there confirmed his w
