Falling for the Don

Chapter 7

Tabitha’s POV

The warmth of the room contrasted with the cool, steady pulse of nerves running through my body. The quiet between Fabrizio and me had shifted into something heavier, something that simmered with unspoken promises. I wasn’t sure what would happen next, but I knew I wasn’t backing out.

As he stepped closer, my breath caught in my throat. His presence filled the space around us, and the energy between us crackled like electricity, every inch of my skin aware of how near he was. My mind was a blur of nerves and desire, thoughts racing as I tried to wrap my head around what was happening.

Fabrizio’s eyes stayed locked on mine as he reached out, his hand brushing against my arm. The touch was light, careful, but even that simple contact sent a jolt of heat through me. My heart raced in my chest, a mix of excitement and fear swirling inside me. I had never felt like this before—this raw, overwhelming need that made it hard to think straight.

His hand moved to my waist, pulling me gently toward him. “I can stop,” he said softly, his voice low and rough. There was a question in his words, a final moment where I could walk away, but I knew I wouldn’t.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, the words coming out breathless, almost shaky. I wasn’t entirely sure of what I was getting into, but I knew I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted to know what came next. I wanted him.

His eyes darkened at my response, and I saw a flicker of something pass through them—desire, need, something deeper than the playful tension we had been dancing around all night. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, so softly at first that it was almost a tease. The sensation sent a rush of warmth through me, and I found myself leaning into him, wanting more.

The kiss deepened, slow at first, but it quickly became something more intense, more consuming. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, the heat between us almost unbearable. My heart raced in my chest, every nerve alive with the sensation of him.

Fabrizio’s hands moved up my back, his touch firm but careful, as if he was holding back, trying to gauge my response. I could feel the tension in him, the restraint he was using, and it only made me want him more. My body responded instinctively, leaning into his touch, my skin tingling with every brush of his fingers.

When his lips moved from mine, trailing down the side of my neck, I gasped softly, the sensation sending a wave of heat through me. I had never felt like this before—so completely consumed by someone, so entirely lost in the moment. Every touch, every kiss felt like fire against my skin, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

He pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on my waist as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want,” he said softly, his voice rough with need.

My breath caught in my throat, my mind racing. I didn’t know how to answer that question. I didn’t have the words for what I wanted—what I needed. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop, that I wanted him to keep touching me, keep making me feel like this.

“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice shaky but honest. I had never done this before, had never let anyone in like this, and the truth was, I didn’t know what came next. But I wanted to find out.

Fabrizio’s gaze softened slightly, a hint of understanding passing through his eyes. His hand moved to my face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to know,” he murmured, his lips grazing the side of my neck again, sending another shiver down my spine. “Just let me take care of you.”

The words were a promise, one that sent a rush of warmth through me. I trusted him, even though I barely knew him. There was something about the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, that made me feel safe, even in the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty swirling inside me.

His hands moved lower, fingers brushing against the hem of my shirt, waiting for a sign of permission. My heart raced as I nodded slightly, my body trembling with anticipation. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the fabric, his hands warm against my skin as he pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor.

I stood there, bare before him, my chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he looked at me—the way his eyes moved over my body, full of desire and something deeper—made me feel beautiful, powerful.

He leaned in again, his lips finding mine in another slow, deliberate kiss. His hands moved to my waist, tracing the curve of my hips before sliding lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of my jeans. My pulse quickened, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he began to unbutton them, his movements slow, careful.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart racing in my chest. “Yes,” I breathed, the word slipping out before I could think better of it.

With a quiet, knowing smile, Fabrizio slid my jeans down, the fabric pooling at my feet. His hands moved up my thighs, the touch firm but gentle, and I could feel the heat building between us, the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

He stood back for a moment, his eyes dark as they raked over my body, and for the first time, I realized just how much he had been holding back. There was a hunger in his gaze, a need that made my stomach flip with anticipation.

Fabrizio stepped forward again, his hands resting on my hips as he pressed his body against mine. The heat between us was almost unbearable, and I could feel the tension in him—the restraint he was still using, even now. His lips found mine again, the kiss deeper this time, more intense, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment, in him.

When he finally pulled back, his hands still resting on my hips, his breath was coming in short, shallow bursts, and his eyes were dark with desire. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he murmured, his voice rough, full of promise. “But you have to tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, my heart racing in my chest as his hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of my underwear. I didn’t know what came next, didn’t know what to expect, but I trusted him. I trusted that he would take care of me, that he wouldn’t push me too far.

And in that moment, I knew I was ready. Ready to give myself to him, to let him show me what I had never experienced before.