reunion and doubts

Giacomo

Filling my head for the thousandth time this week, Giulia manages to destabilize all the well-crafted costumes to carry out the farce of the day, the beautiful sad blue eyes piercing my soul with a pain greater than a gunshot. And the loose words saying something so important without realizing that they are waving a red flag attracting this animal characterized as a businessman.
The need to comfort, calm down, but mainly to solve his doubts spoke louder than rationality itself. And the best proof of that is this one here looking down at her red mouth from kisses, her messy hair spread across the new sofa with the guilt of taking her in the middle of the office melting away from the pleasure of feeling her white skin sliding against the muscles of her chest. my shoulders with her nails digging in slightly, I touched our foreheads letting out a hoarse moan of pleasure.
Tight grip on the thigh lifting until it curls around my hip, burying it to elicit more sounds of contention between us, almost going crazy from the wet grip and the fucking lust consuming all reason watching the neck reddening close to orgasm. I lower my mouth to her breasts, taking the left one in my mouth, biting slightly intoxicated with the unique sensations that the little angel is capable of giving.
She writhes out of breath with the orgasm squeezing my cock involuntarily as she vibrates with ecstasy, I stick my head into her neck attracted by her unique scent as I thrust myself into one more strong and slow thrust coming right after my Bella.
I need a minute or two to clear my head, jealousy boiling through my blood along with the reality of my desperate actions for acceptance from this woman who doesn't see the power she has.
How could I be able to give up on paradise?
How can I give up having her all to myself?
How can I deny her, when I'm just a pretense about to fall apart?
Because this angel owns so much more of me than anyone else could from the first moment of seeing the tears falling along with the sad voice, she conquered this fucking monster that I hide among the expensive suits of renowned tailors.
My girl became a woman, being the only one with the power to destroy everything in me and the greatest proof of that is the mad desire to hunt down the man who touched her before, the one who had the courage to touch something that always belonged to me.
It can only be a disease, it's the only explanation for this madness, I trace the curve of your neck with my nose wanting to enjoy a little more of this real moment between us. I fall like an addict for the desire that burns like heroin running through the veins leaving marks, in no time I thought I could doubt anything until it destroyed itself.






Giulia De Angelis

I just can't stop acting silly feeling the dark strands between my fingers, enjoying the silence between us. It's all so simple, peaceful that it's magical to discover that Giacomo is the same young man with the intense gaze who offered hugs and kind words to an orphan in the middle of the cemetery, the news of my parents' accident was devastating I remember arriving at that morbid place and trying to hide behind a tree, avoiding greetings from people I had never seen in my life.
This man who keeps me warm in his arms caressing the skin of my bare thighs is the same man capable of offering kind words to a complete stranger, having come here only with the thought of being chased away realizing the possibility of being excluded by the women of the organization with the gossip about being unclean. All I get once again from Giacomo is affection, kind words contradicting the teaching I received from them, their hateful words and the pain caused during all these years.
Here on this sofa, in this office, for the first time in my life I feel like a woman capable of facing anything, desired and in my dreams I would consider saying that I was loved, reaching the height of pleasure. Our gazes locked, turning the moment into an eternity, his smile easing all pain.
Bella, our wedding. - I try to say something being interrupted by a kiss. - Don Sartori has already set the date, but I can only continue if you want to be with me, Giulia.
I try to process the information along with Vincenzo's words blending into a jumble of bad memories and painful sounds. I was brought up to obey both, to be a woman of respect and what have I done so far? In addition to upsetting them, it's clear that they don't want to have their honor tarnished with a wedding or a fiancé exposing another one of our secrets and yet, the feeling of having been deceived by the little lie consumes my soul.
My brothers didn't say the wedding was scheduled. - I end up talking with confused thoughts and pain in my soul for betraying them.
Don himself has arranged, I will have dinner with them today to close the marriage deal.
You didn't give up on marrying me? - I feel the tears forming.
The only one capable of undoing this marriage is you, I can't marry a woman who doesn't want to be with me.
I remain silent with his strong look, the words reverberating throughout my body bringing the same sensations that he gave me a few days ago, mixing with the confidence of years ago the dreams of being saved by Prince Charming throughout adolescence.
I want you, Giacomo.
I finish uttering the words with a sigh feeling the member hardening again caressing my entrance, stealing my breath, lost with the kisses going down the chin until holding the left nipple in the mouth in a slow movement.
I need you to say it, Bella.
The firm voice in a command taking away from daydreams by the mind intoxicated by desire, I seek to return to his words trying to understand what he may want to hear, panting when being completely filled, rolling under the strong body wanting some friction. The dark eyes remove all the doubts I have and I say it with all the firmness I can muster at the moment.
I want to be your wife, Giacomo.
At that moment, seeing his eyes shine with the words, I gave my heart to the devil