Ian freed her hands from his hold so they could work together to rid her of the last of her clothes. He paused a long moment to observe her in her skin. The intensity of his attention made her overwhelmingly self-conscious.
She reached for him, but he caught both wrists in one hand. With the other, he glided a finger along her collarbone, then gently down across her breast. He traced her nipple with his nail, and an unhinged noise erupted from her throat.
It drew the brightest smile she’d ever seen him wear.
“For the last two days, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
Slowly, Ian bent and took the peak of her breast in his mouth. The heat of his tongue coupled with the sharpness of his teeth brought her dangerously close to unraveling.
“Now I can see you, taste you, with nothing in between us,” he murmured against her bare skin. “I want to savor it all when I make you come again.”
The prospect made her cry out like a wanton and he finally dropped his hold on her wrists. She plunged both hands into his hair and pulled it while he suckled her, stroked her body.
Fire crawled across her skin. She was in a beautiful agony as she hovered on a divine precipice.
“Shall I touch you again, the way I did before?” he taunted without letting up his tantalizing caress. “Perhaps I’ll tease out your pleasure. Make it last all night.”
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.
“Impatient, are we?” His laugh rumbled against her torso. “Lucky for you, I’m an accommodating sort of devil.”
He thrust two fingers inside her. She came instantly, explosively, with a roar that rattled the ceiling.
Her heart felt as if it would never cease racing, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted it to.
As he held her through the aftershocks, Ian’s breaths were as jagged as hers.
They stopped altogether when Diana rolled them over on the bed and palmed his erection.
“My…turn.” She drew out the words slowly, a contrast to the frantic way she pulled at the buttons on his trousers and his underclothes.
When her hands came around his cock, they both gasped.
“Show me what you want,” she whispered as she stroked him. “What you imagined.”
He groaned deeply and moved to tear off his trousers.
Diana drank in the sight of his beautiful body. The wide breadth of his shoulders. His long, narrow trunk, corded with muscles, and the soft, dark hair on his chest pointing a path to his erect cock.
“Show me,” she repeated, reaching for him.
His hand curled around hers to demonstrate the pressure and movement he liked, and when she shook him off and took up the rhythm on her own, he gave another primal groan.
When he threw his head back, she leaned down and took his shaft in her mouth.
“Diana.”
Her skin warmed all over and the ache between her legs returned as her tongue swirled around him and she took in his salty taste. His size was overwhelming, but she married the rhythm of her hand at his base with the movement of her tongue and her lips.
“Yes,tesora mia, exactly like that.” He gasped. “Christ, you are so good. You are a dream.”
The hoarseness in his voice made her clench harder as she drew him further into her mouth.
His entire body went rigid before he came, shouting her name.
And when Ian collapsed back on the pillow, boneless, and the terrible tension he carried in his brow and his shoulders had fled for parts unknown, Diana nearly wept from the beauty of his transformation.
He tucked her against his body, so her head lay on his shoulder.
