Giovanni (Blood Brothers Book 6) (8 page)

“There’s no need to feel bad. I only mentioned it to say, I can imagine how you feel. I might not be able to fully understand because our experiences are our own, but I do empathize.” She reached out and touched his face and immediately yanked her hand away. She shifted in her chair and let out an uneasy giggle. “I’m sorry. I have a habit of being very touchy-feely. It may seem cliché but it’s kind of my way of seeing how people look.”

Giovanni took her hand and placed it against his cheek. “I don’t mind. Look all you’d like.”

Sydney seemed hesitant.

“Go ahead,” he insisted.

Slowly she brought her other hand up and stroked the sides of his face. Sydney grazed her thumbs along the ridge of his brow before gently caressing his hair. “What color is your hair?”

“Black.”

“And your eyes?”

His breath caught in his throat making it nearly impossible for him to get the words out but somehow he managed. Sydney had no idea what she was doing to him. “Green.”

“That sounds like a nice combination.” She skimmed his nose with the tips of her fingers.

When she touched his lips, Giovanni moaned, unable to help himself. He was so fucking hard, he couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to contain himself if she continued. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her it might be a good idea if she left but something unexpected happened.

Sydney leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

Chapter Eight

When Sydney heard John crying out as she walked to her room, her first instinct was to mind her own business and keep going. The situation between them was already tense and awkward, with each of them going out of their way to avoid the other. But she’d found herself knocking on his door because she couldn’t turn her back on his pain. It just wasn’t in her.

She even knew it was a bad idea to be alone with him in his room but she couldn’t turn his offer down. Though she couldn’t explain it, there seemed to be some kind of force that drew her to this mysterious man. It made her want to know more about him. It had broken her heart to hear how he tortured himself over the loss of his brother.

Once she had been assured that he was okay, she should have left, but unable to leave well enough alone she found herself touching him. His face was strong and she imagined him to be quite handsome. It certainly made sense now why Darlene had fawned all over him. Unable to help herself she pressed her lips against his. She told herself that it was his heady scent, the way his breath hitched in his throat or maybe it was the way his heart throbbed beneath his touch. Whatever the reason she kissed him, the moment she felt his sensual lips beneath hers, her body instantly went up in flames. In a brief moment of clarity it dawned on Sydney how precarious her situation was and she attempted to pull away, but John pulled her closer.

He cupped the back of her head, taking complete control of the kiss. He pressed his tongue past her slightly parted lips and swirled it around as if he wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth. He tasted amazing. It was like chocolate, mint, and something tangy and bold like a fine wine. Sydney grasped his shoulders and pushed her tongue forward to meet his, wanting to savor ever moment. She’d experienced many kisses before but none that made her toes curl and ignite her senses. Sydney believed she could get drunk from his kisses. The head rush made her head spin but in a good way.

With a growl, John yanked her out of her chair and lifted her into his arms. Instinctively, Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she felt the sensation of being carried. It felt like she was floating. His arms were strong like corded ropes and she’d never felt more secure than she did in this moment. “So beautiful,” he muttered against her mouth before tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. She dug her fingers through his silky locks. Her pussy throbbed, and the need to be closer to him was all she could think about. Sydney’s nipples pressed painfully against her pajama top.

She grinded against him to temper the ache within her core.

Gently, he placed her on the bed and opened her robe. He slid into the bed next to her and ran kisses over her face and neck as he unbuttoned her top. With each button he opened, he’d place a kiss on the skin he exposed, all while avoiding her breasts. She squirmed wanting to feel his mouth all over her. Sydney wanted desperately to ‘see’ him. He was bare-chested which made it easy for her to freely explore his body. She could feel his well-developed torso and the defined muscles. She moaned when her fingers encountered rippled abs.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.

“You seem so sure of it.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, I can tell. I may not be able to see with my eyes, but other senses haven’t let me down.” She ran a finger over his peck and found nipple. It fascinated her how it puckered beneath her fingertip.

John inhaled sharply.

Sydney leaned forward to press a kiss against his chest and followed it with a swipe of her tongue. The salty taste of his skin and musk made an intoxicating cocktail.

He chuckled as he pushed her down. “Patience,
gattina
. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I want to take my time with this beautiful body.”

She found it an odd statement considering the length of time they knew each other, but Sydney was way too turned on to think coherently, especially when John began to kneed and kiss her heated flesh. She was so deliciously hot, she couldn’t keep still.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he murmured, tugging at her clothing.

Sydney sat up enough to help him get rid of her top and robe completely. Their movements were frantic and desperate and she could tell by his actions that he craved her as badly as she did him. He was a drug and she was a fiend.

The coolness of the room made her already hard nipples tighten even more. John cupped her breasts in his palms and pushed them together. “Lovely,” he murmured. “Your skin is the color of rich dark chocolate, my favorite. My skin against yours, is light against dark, hard against soft and so fucking sexy. Can you imagine it?”

She could. And the thought of the erotic image made her juices flow. Sydney gasped when she felt the warmth of his breath graze her nipples followed by the broad stroke of his tongue.

He circled one taut peak with his tongue before gently suckling it into his mouth. Sydney grasped his head, holding it against her chest. She wiggled beneath him unable to keep still. “Oh John, that feels so good.”

He continued to suck her nipples, alternating between them. John was gentle at first, but then his suckles became more aggressive. One of the upsides to being sightless was that she had to depend on her other senses. It wasn’t that they’d sharpened or became super human like most people believed, she’d just learned how to use them better. So the feel of his erotic ministrations were even more intense than if she could see. She felt the ridges of his tongue as it swiped her skin, heard his frantic pants, and the scent of his masculinity seemed to get stronger. Sydney had never come from the simple act of having her breasts played with but she was so close she couldn’t contain herself.

“John!” she screamed his name as a powerful climax hit her.

He covered her mouth with his again, catching her moans as her body rode the waves of an amazing orgasm. The kiss was hard, passionate and breathtaking. Finally when he broke the tight seal of their lips John stroked her face. “I love how responsive you are. I’ve dreamed of how you would look like this and you don’t disappoint.”

Again she found his statement odd but all she could focus on was his hands on her body. John eased her pajama bottoms and panties down her hips before yanking them off completely. “You smell divine,
gattina
. Look at how wet your pussy is. Your juices have soaked your thighs. There’s only one thing to be done about this?”

“What?” Her breath hitched in her throat.

John positioned himself between her legs. “I’m going to have to lick you clean. Spread your legs wider so I can taste you properly.”

Sydney didn’t need to be told twice. John ran his tongue along the insides of her thighs, laving every inch of her skin around her pussy. She lifted her hips, wanting more than his teasing.

“More,” she moaned.

He chuckled. “How badly do you want it, Sydney? I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it badly. So very bad. Please eat my pussy, John.” Was that her voice? So husky and raw with need. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d begged for a man to satisfy her sexually. This man seemed to have cast a spell over her.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he whispered before bumping his nose against her clit.

“Oh!”

“You liked that?” He did it again, this time following it up with a swipe of his tongue.

Unable to take any more of his teasing she grinded her pussy against his face. “Please,” she moaned.

“Mmm, I love the sound of you begging,” John murmured before capturing her clit between his lips. As he sucked her hot little button, he slid a finger into her channel. He eased the digit in and out of her.

Sydney rolled her eyes to the back of her head. John’s mouth was pure magic. She didn’t know how but he made her see colors. As he licked, sucked and stroked her pussy, he thrust another finger inside of her.

“Do you like his,
gattina
? Do you like me eating this delicious pussy?
My
delicious pussy.”

One of her biggest turn offs was a man who got too possessive but hearing John’s declaration nearly made her melt. The man had somehow cast a spell on her but she didn’t care. She was his for the taking. “Love it!” She was so close to reaching her peak again. She clamped her thighs around his head as he ate her pussy like a starving man, so it caught her completely off guard when he sunk his teeth into her inner thighs and began to suck.

“John! What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he pushed her legs up and positioned them over his knees. He began to make animalistic growling sounds in his throat that frightened and turned her on at the same time.

She pushed at his shoulders but John would not be denied. He lifted his head slightly before burying his face in her pussy. Though she sensed something had changed Sydney didn’t have the strength to push him away. She rolled her head from side to side as her body quacked from the way he attacked her pussy.

When her climax came she nearly passed out from the intensity of it but he didn’t stop. He finger-fucked, nibbled, sucked and licked her pussy, leaving no part unexplored, and Sydney was helpless to do anything except ride the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown her.

“John, John, John,” she chanted over and over again.

It felt like he was between her thighs for hours but finally when she didn’t think she take another minute he pulled away from her. She faintly heard the rustling of his clothing before he was on top of her.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back,” he stated. “I’m going to fuck my tight little pussy until you go hoarse from screaming my name. His voice was deeper and it almost sounded as if he was holding something between his cheeks.

Sydney didn’t have a chance to analyze it before he pressed the smooth head of his cock against her pussy. John slid it along her slit, before shoving it past her labia and into her sheath with one powerful thrust.

She wanted to scream but John swallowed it as his mouth covered hers, muffling her cries. Never before had she been so thoroughly stretched, causing a delicious ache that she felt in every single nerve of her body.

John remained still just long enough for her body to adjust to his magnificent size. He kept his mouth pressed firmly against hers as he became to move, slowly at first. He pulled back just until only his tip was inside of her before slamming back into her. He was so deep his balls slapped her ass.

Sydney twisted her head away to catch her breath as she scored her nails down his back. She’d be sore in the morning because of his size and the roughness of his movements but she didn’t care. Every time he plowed his cock into her, he hit the spot that made her delirious with pleasure.

“Mine,” he growled. “My pussy. So juicy. So good. Perfect just for me.” His voice sounded strained but it didn’t matter. His dirty talk turned her on more than she ever thought it would.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me,” he growled.

“It’s yours, John. All of me is yours.” She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, giving as good as she got. As his cock rammed in and out of her slick sheath, Sydney ran her fingers along his muscular back and just enjoying the feel of his now damp skin beneath her fingertips. John buried his face against her neck as he increased the pace, plowing into her like a man possessed.

She came so hard it felt as if her body had shut down on her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, speak or even remember her name. She’d experienced nirvana, a blissful sensation that made her feel like she was gliding on a cloud that she never wanted to come down from. Sydney could live another hundred years and never feel exactly what she did in this moment.

The slight prick she felt against the area where her neck and shoulder met barely registered. John sucked her flesh, which wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“Feels….so…good,” she whispered before drifting off.

Her blood was like ambrosia, a sweet honeyed nectar he couldn’t get enough of. He didn’t know what had come over him but once he got that taste of her, he couldn’t stop himself. As he continued to drink from her, he noticed that she’d gone still. He could hear her heartbeat which had slowed significantly.

Giovanni pulled back and realized what had happened.

“Shit!”

He rolled off Sydney, ignoring how barren he felt separating from her. She’d gone pale. The usual glow of her beautiful brown skin had dimmed, and her skin had gone cold. If he didn’t hear her the faint beat of her heart Giovanni would have thought he’d killed her.

He’d nearly drained her, confirming that his powers were slowly returning. He didn’t understand how this could be happening. He had prepared himself to live the rest of his life as a mortal but now he was going through this change at the most inopportune times. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.

He had to do something. She needed blood but he couldn’t give her his. Considering what she was going through his blood was too unstable. There was no telling the effects it would have on Sydney. If he took her to the hospital there would be way too many questions. He quickly covered her up with his blanket and dropped a kiss on her forehead. Like Sleeping Beauty, she was oblivious to what was going on around her, unaware of his panic. Thankful that his room was one of the few with its own private bathroom Giovanni rushed to it. He took a washcloth and wet it under warm water before returning to Sydney’s side.