Ellie
Giovanni lifted me into his arms, cradling me in a bridal-style embrace. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst out of my ribcage. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, filled with desire and anticipation.
"Are you ready for this, Ellie?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"More than anything," I whispered.
Giovanni carried me up the staircase, each step bringing us closer to his room – and to our undeniable longing for one another. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I longed for him to touch me, to bring me even closer to him.
"Here we are," he said as we reached the landing. He carried me across the room, my heart racing with every step. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire.
He laid me down on the bed, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitched as our gazes met once more, both of us yearning for the same thing.