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He cupped her breasts, gently thumbing each nipple, and then, taking his weight on his knees and elbows, he grazed the hardened tips with his mouth, his warm breath sending shock waves of desire up and down her body so that her stomach clenched around the ball of heat pulsing inside her.
She arched against him, pressing herself closer, wanting more of him. His fingers were sliding over her skin now, in slow, measured caresses that made a moan of pure need rise up in her throat.
Would it be like this on her wedding night? Would her husband make her feel like this? That nameless man who was yet to be chosen for her. She took a breath, fighting panic, and instantly felt him still against her.
‘Cara...’ He shifted his weight. ‘Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?’
‘No.’ She splayed her hands on his chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat through her fingertips. ‘I don’t want you to stop. Please, don’t stop.’
She couldn’t admit the truth. It would be crazy to admit that she wanted this to last forever—for him to be that nameless man, to be her husband.
Reaching up, she brought his face down to hers and kissed him slowly, deepening the kiss as he pushed against her.
His hand moved across the outside of her leg, then between her thighs. Shivering, she shifted closer, lifting her hips, pressing against the hard contours of his knuckles, seeking him, wanting him to ease the ache inside her.
* * *
‘Your skin is like silk,’ Vicè murmured.
He pulled her closer, moulding her body against his, his mouth finding hers—and then he felt her hand enclose the heavy weight of his erection.
He cut off a groan, catching her hand in his, blood thundering in his ears.
‘Not yet...not me.’ Pushing her gently back on the bed, he leaned over her, kissing her deeply. ‘This is all about you.’
Hooking his thumbs into her panties, he slid them down her legs. Now she was completely naked.
‘Look at me,’ he said softly.
Her eyes locked with his and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.
His breathing staccato, he began again at her face, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue, kissing the curving bones of her cheeks, and then he lowered his mouth to her throat, tracking the pulse beating frenetically beneath the smooth skin, moving with deliberate, sensuous slowness down to the swell of her breasts.
Her
hands slid through his hair and she pushed his head against her nipple, moaning softly as she arched her body up to meet his lips.
His heart missed a beat. He was desperately trying to centre himself. Trying to stay detached. But she was just so beautiful, so eager and responsive. He couldn’t stop himself from responding to her. His need for her was like a fever in his blood.
Her nipples were taut and he sucked first one and then the other, nipping the swollen ruched tips, his erection so hard now it was almost horizontal.
Ignoring the ache in his groin, he found her mouth again, kissing her slowly, sliding his hand down over her waist and through the triangle of curls, gently probing the slick heat between her thighs.
* * *
Imma felt her head start to spin. She had never felt anything like this before. His fingers were moving inside her, his thumb brushing the nub of her clitoris, sending oscillating tremors over her skin.
Shivering, she moved against his caress, chasing the pulse beating in his hand, wanting, needing something more to fill the urgent hollowed-out ache inside her.
‘You’re killing me,’ he said hoarsely.
She reached again for his groin. This time he didn’t stop her, and as her fingers wrapped around his hard, swollen length, he groaned against her mouth.
‘Ti voglio,’ she whispered. ‘I want to feel you inside me. Ti prego.’
Gritting his teeth, he shifted his weight and reached over to the bedside table. She heard a tearing sound. Dazed, she watched him slide a condom on.
He gazed down into her face and the dark passion in his eyes made hunger rear up inside her.
