Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) Read Free Page A

to be replaced with overwhelming desire. A desire I am at a loss to convey. But here I can say that a whole new world opened up for me when Gianni introduced me to the playroom. It’s a world I crave, and one that I share only with him.
    For as much as I enjoy what we do, I do it because I love him. If that weren’t so, that weakness would prohibit me. It would keep me from giving all that I have to give. But with love, I can give all. Passion simmered inside me for so long. Until Gianni unleashed it.
    Before falling in love, Gianni’s connection was sexual. Sex was intimacy. Yet I see now how strong that is. My body—the sensations, the intimacy—is a way for me to express the love I feel. It is powerful, and transcends words.
    Power play, bondage, spanking, or whipping, all of it is a vehicle for emotion. And for love. To feel Gianni’s love, and to give love in return. The more we do together, the more I want to do. Because my love has no limit, and I want to go where it will take me.
    The adventure, the intensity of the playroom, creates a deep connection. What we experience, only we can know. And for that time, I feel closer to the man I love. There is no shame, no embarrassment. Only that agonizing painful pleasure we share.
    Gianni put aside the journal. The writing burned erotic images in his mind. Leah had eloquently conveyed her willingness to push boundaries. Her need touched him, and reading the emotion she poured onto the page aroused him. The deep urges she felt matched his own.
    The possibilities excited him. And Gianni couldn’t wait for Leah to get home. He missed her, and wanted to hold her. The playroom called to him, a place where he could show her how he felt. Where he could give her what she craved. And satisfy his deepest urges.
    Lust consumed him, and Gianni paced restlessly in front of the window. He needed Leah as much as she needed him. He was no longer a man alone, needing no one. Without Leah he felt incomplete.
    Life without her was difficult to fathom. And envisioning any other woman in the playroom was impossible. Leah had captured him: mind, body, and soul. But Gianni was in no mood to resist. He was in love with her, and no amount of denial would change that.
    It had been a risk to open his heart. But then, if Leah wasn’t such an amazing woman, it wouldn’t have happened. But it had. And now Gianni wanted only one thing. He wanted to hold her naked in his arms, and break through any barrier to express the love that swelled in his heart.
    And to give her so much pleasure it would edge toward pain. In the playroom, he could take her to new places, give her sensations of which she had only dreamed. He could love her. In every way he could. His own desires paled next to his urge to bring her unforgettable satisfaction. To make her feel the love that consumed him.

 
    Chapter 3
    When Leah got to the condo, jazz music was playing. The lights were dimmed, and Gianni stood by the windows. His broad shoulders narrowing to his waist took her breath away. She stared at how his jeans caressed his hard ass just right.
    He turned and opened his arms. Leah dropped her bag on the floor and went to him. “Welcome home,” he said. With his strong arms around her, Leah wasn’t inclined to go anywhere. Gianni stroked along her spine.
    The music played, and the city lights flickered against the windows. Leah melted against the man she loved. “Did you miss me?”
    Gianni held her closer. “Every second you were away.”
    It was still so new, knowing Gianni loved her. It felt so good, yet scary at the same time. Why was it that Leah didn’t fear losing something until she had it? Now that her man had professed love, she didn’t want to blow it.
    Before there had always been the chance that Gianni would leave. And Leah would have been devastated. Yet to lose him now would be worse. She had everything she wanted. The man she wanted. To know such joy and have it slip through her grasp would destroy