The Sicilian's Passion

He felt his hardness grow explosive, aware that their frenzied path had brought them to a door which he assumed must be to her bedroom.

Unprepared and unwilling to accept a moment’s more delay, he scooped her up into his arms.

‘Giovanni—’ she gasped.

The blue-black eyes glittered obdurately. ‘What?’

‘Where are you taking me?’ As she spoke the words, she knew that it was a foolish and redundant sentence, and his abstract, almost cynical smile told her that he felt exactly the same way.