A/n: This is a request I got last year and I'm so sorry it took me so long. With work and the holidays, I ended up a bit overwhelmed. I hope you like it though and thank you so much for the request 🧡
[Masterlist]
"Are you sure you can't tell who I am?" You asked your friend as you both stood in the corner of the ballroom.
It was a masquerade and while your shyness usually kept you from attending big events like this, it was different this time. You were hiding behind a silver mask, you were free from the prying eyes... or so you thought.
Before you could reach for a glass of wine, another hand went for it before you. A strong masculine hand yet somehow delicate.
"Allow me," the gentleman handed you the glass.
"Thank you..." You accepted it and before you even realized, your friend had vanished, leaving you alone with the masked stranger.
"May I ask what is your name?" He kissed the back of your hand gently.
"Uh- I was hoping nobody would ask," you chuckled nervously.
"Alright then, no name. I can work with that, Princess," He quickly took his mask off, not too fond of hiding himself and his best features. "I am Giacomo Casanova."
"Casanova? Really?" Your eyes grew as you recognized the name everyone had been repeating. "You are so different than what I expected."
"Really? How so?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I thought you'd be... less pleasant."
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," Giacomo laughed. "Thank you though."
Giacomo had a talent, a special skill to make people feel special. He knew how charming he was and he was happy to use his God-given gifts to enchant everyone he met.
"So... being the Casanova, I imagine you only want one thing from me?"
"Oh yes," he smirked and winked, kissing up your hand to your forearm, reaching your shoulder, your neck, and finally your ear. "A dance."
That request was innocent enough, you couldn't say no to those big blue eyes and that smile.
Giacomo guided you to the dance floor and placed his hand on the small of your back while the other gently caressed the back of your neck.
"I do not think we've ever met before, I would remember your eyes. I would remember you scent and the warmth of your body, the sound of your voice, the graceful way you carry yourself," he mused.
"You are right, our paths have never crossed before," you confirmed.
"I do pray our paths will be intertwined from this moment on..."
"I do not think you would be too pleased with the face that hides under my mask."
"That is bollocks! I am sure you are lovely, every woman is lovely in their own way. I've never in my whole life met a single woman whose beauty I couldn't appreciate."
After dancing some more, swaying around the room without having to worry about your insecurities, Giacomo leaned in and tried to steal a kiss, you quickly backed away with a little yelp.
"Sorry, so sorry," you mumbled. "I just, I feel like I can't breathe..."
"It is quite crowded in here, allow me to escort you outside. You can get some fresh air and-"
"Are you just trying to get me alone?"
"Even though I would like nothing more than being alone with you having our the stars as our witnesses... I promise on my life and my honor, I won't do anything you are not comfortable with."
It was easy to believe him, he sounded genuine because he was. There was never a more honorable and truthful man in Italy. He could be a scoundrel at times, but an honest and upfront one.
The garden was like a fairytale, a labyrinth of hedges and trees, colorful flowers everywhere bathed in silver moonlight.
"You should take your mask off, miss, it might help you breathe," Casanova suggested.
You thought for a moment, it was somewhat dark and you didn't feel like he'd judge you. The mask was really a tad suffocating, so you took it off.
"It does feel better," you admitted.
Giacomo stared at you for a brief moment and smiled as if he had a great revelation.
"You are even more beautiful than I imagined, a face like yours should never be hidden," he gently caressed your cheek. "Such perfection, the lips, the eyes, the nose. I could get lost, whoever made you believe you're not a masterpiece is a fool."
Nobody truly had made you feel insecure, you simply looked at other women and thought they were so much more beautiful... but none of that mattered, not when Giacomo looked at you with those awestruck eyes.
"I'm not all that," you chuckled. "You've had so many women, I'm just... me."
"What a wonderful thing to be," he murmured before leaning in again to kiss you, this time you let him.
His lips are so soft and gentle, but leave a burning trail when they touch your feverish skin. His tongue tastes of wine and desire, you had never felt like this before.
"Would you like to see more?" You asked, feeling suddenly bold.
"I'd be honored to," he chuckled as he slowly unbuttoned your gown.
He explored your thighs under the soft cotton chemise and your breasts under the stays. He knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, but still he made you feel like his very first lover.
Giacomo pulled his shirt off, and you smiled, reaching for his trousers.
"Oh look at you, what an eager little thing," he teased. "Go on."
Seeing him like that lit a fire in you, you pushed him gently down on the bench and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You slowly sank, taking his hardened length in until your bodies became one.
"You're a dream..." Giacomo moaned softly. "Please let me know your name."
"Y/n."
"Y/n," he repeated with a grin. "Just as beautiful as you."
When your lips found his a spark ignited in your chest, the pleasure growing inside you the more you heard his sinful sounds, riding him seeking your own satisfaction.
"Y/n, I'm... close," Giacomo whispered.
"Me too," you whimpered, your fingers running around the dark hair on his chest. "I want to- finish together."
He nodded holding back until he felt your velvety walls contract around him, he knew quite well when a woman reached her climax and he always felt so accomplished when he was able to provide them with such a feeling.
"Oh God," you mumbled once you were able to think clearly again.
"What is it?" Giacomo gently kissed your neck.
"I just... just gave myself to Casanova. I'm one of your conquests now."
"Don't say that," he smiled. "If you let me, I'd like to conquer you again and again for as long as you let me."
I honestly didn’t expect to cry over Casanova (the BBC TV Serial released in 2005). First it filled me with happiness, then anger, then longing. It’s literally amazing and I literally live for that ending.
