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“You know you have.”
“Now it is time for you to learn some lessons, also.” Pulling her close, Cristiano nuzzled her throat, kissing the sensitive hollow at her shoulder before suckling the tender flesh of her earlobe. She shivered beneath his touch. Her heart was pounding.
“L-lessons?”
He stroked his hand along her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her lower lip. “How to truly please me.”
Hallie’s eyes went wide. “Have I not pleased you?”
He placed a single finger against her lips.
“You have, cara,” he said huskily. “But I want more. Not for me. For you.”
“There’s more?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Even after two weeks of marriage, you are still so innocent.” His hungry eyes met hers. “I will teach you how to know what you want and how to get it. I will teach you,” he whispered, cupping her cheek, “how to experience a different level of pleasure entirely.”
He kissed her, leaving her breathless and clinging to him. Reaching back, he pulled out the elastic of her ponytail, and her dark hair tumbled down her bare back. Roughly he yanked down her black sleeveless cocktail dress, dropping it to the floor. She stood shyly before him in only her tiny black lace panties, her naked breasts heavy and full.
With a low growl, he pushed her back against the window. Behind them was a vision of Rome, the sweep of cathedrals and Roman ruins spread across the hills, illuminating the darkness at their feet.
“The first rule is,” he said in a low voice, “don’t hold back.”
He pushed his knee between her bare legs, gripping her wrists against the window as he kissed down her throat. She gasped with pleasure.
This is wrong, she thought, so wrong. Anyone could look up and see them through the window. She should put a stop to this. Be modest. Be...
Sensual kisses caused swirls of pleasure to cascade down her body. She wanted more. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to feel him.
The first rule is don’t hold back.
Yanking her wrists from his grasp, she folded her arms around his shoulders, drawing him against her. She kissed him back hungrily, matching his fire. But unlike her, Cristiano was still fully clothed. It didn’t seem fair.
Grabbing the top of his shirt, she ripped it down the front, scattering buttons against the floor. She sighed in pleasure as her hands roamed the warm satin of his skin over the hard muscle of his chest, laced with dark hair. She squeezed his nipples and luxuriated in the sound of his gasp, followed by a low masculine growl.
He wrapped his hands over the back of her black lace panties, which had cost three hundred euros at a very nice lingerie shop on the Via Condotti. As she felt his hand move forward between her legs, she was wet and aching. Pulling him closer, she kissed him hard.
With a growl, he ripped off the black panties, leaving them a pile of crumpled lace on the floor.
“Please,” she whispered. Amazed at her own boldness, she reached down to unzip his black trousers.
He gave a jagged intake of breath. With a single motion, he pushed down his silk boxer briefs. Using both hands, he lifted her backside, pushing her up against the window, as her legs wrapped around his hips.
Then he pushed inside her with a single, deep thrust.
Feeling him so thick and hard inside her, she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against the glass. Her hair tumbled around them as she gripped his shoulders. As he moved, she didn’t care anymore who might be watching. She didn’t even pause to wonder if the window could break. She knew only she couldn’t let him stop.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pumped inside her, hard and fast. Her full breasts pushed against his hard muscles, the hair of his chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples. She gasped with pleasure as, with each thrust, he filled her more deeply. Her legs tightened around his hips as she built higher and higher until, with a gasp, he exploded into her the moment she screamed his name.
Screamed quietly, of course, so as not to wake the baby. Even lost and frantic with abandon, though she might have been willing to risk shattering the window to fall to her death on the streets of Rome, she wasn’t going to risk waking their sleeping infant. She was wanton, she was bold. But she wasn’t insane.
For long moments afterward, sweaty and panting for breath, they held each other, collapsing against the enormous bed, their naked bodies intertwined.
“All right,” Cristiano said in a low voice.
“What?” she said sleepily, lifting her head from his shoulder.
His expression was blank, his handsome features half-hidden in shadow. “I’ll buy you a house.”
