Marked by him

ARYA’S POV He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that piercing intensity that always made my pulse race. A slow smile curved his lips, not mocking, but knowing, as if he had been waiting for this. “There's nothing I don't know about you, Arya,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my skin. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against my temple, then trailing feather-light ones along my jawline, teasing the edge of my mouth. I shivered under his touch, the sultry haze from earlier reigniting. “Giovanni.” I whispered, my body trembling against the bed. His lips ghosted over my neck, nipping gently. “'Let me show you,” he whispered against my skin, his hand sliding up my side to cup my breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it hardened again. The teasing built slowly, his mouth exploring the curve of my shoulder, the dip of my throat, until I arched toward him, craving more. A moan slipped out of my lips and I screwed my ey