Giovanni
The moment our lips touched, electricity sparked through my veins. Even now, hours later, I couldn't stop thinking about her. About Ellie.
My sheets were tangled around my legs as I tossed again, craving the feel of her in my arms. I could still taste her on my tongue. The memory of her soft curves pressed against me makes my blood burn.
I groaned. This was madness.
I'd never lost control like this, never wanted a woman with such relentless desperation. My body burned for her, but it was more than that. I wanted to know her, all of her. Her secrets, her dreams, her fears. I wanted to share my life with her, protect her and please her.
Ellie had gotten under my skin, into my soul, in a way no one else ever had. I was drowning in her, consumed by her, and I didn't want to surface for air.
What the fuck was wrong with me?