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“So you are no longer a virgin,” he murmured, the words husky and low in his throat. “Does that mean you are finished with me?”
Something like desire swarmed her body, pricking her skin with goose bumps. She bit down on her lower lip, but didn’t speak.
“Because, Bella,” he said her name slowly, whispering it and tasting it all at once. “There’s a lot more fun to be had in bed, if you’d care to join me.”
She opened her mouth, knowing she was absurd to even think of agreeing, knowing this man had just snapped at her for surprising him with her virginity, and knowing he was everything she didn’t, intellectually, like in men at all. But, she admitted impishly, he could do very, very nice things with his body…
“You were angry with me a second ago,” she reminded him, crossing her arms over her chest.
A muscle throbbed low in his jaw, and he surprised her then, his expression shifting to one almost of tenderness. It did strange things to her already-vibrating stomach, making her feel as though a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies was rampaging her from the inside out.
“I was surprised.” The words were gruff. “That doesn’t happen to me often.”
She lifted a brow, watching him thoughtfully while her blood began to pound in her body, taking over her system, filling her with heat and awareness. “Seducing virgins?” She prompted.
He shook his head, taking a step closer, so his body brushed hers. “Being surprised.” He lifted her up then, cradling her against his chest as though she weighed nothing, carrying her back to bed and placing her against the crisp white duvet.
“You don’t like surprises,” she surmised, watching him, fascinated, as he brought his body over hers. Her pulse throbbed in the base of her throat, her eyes hungrily drinking him in. Inspecting him leisurely, like this, she saw now he had a kink in his nose, as though it had been broken at some point, and a scar ran across the base of his jaw.
She pushed up on her elbows, tracing the scar with her fingertip, her eyes following the progress as though it were the most important thing she’d ever done.
She wasn’t aware of the way his breath hitched in his throat, nor the way he studied her right back, his eyes roaming her face, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was about this woman that was familiar to him. That made him feel like he’d known her somewhere, sometime, somehow.
But then, her eyes slid sideways, locking to his, and her voice was thick in her throat. “Well, Vitalo,” his body tightened at the sound of his name on her lips. “What else is there to show me?” And the capability for thought fled from his body. All that was left was an animalistic need for pleasure and release from the beating drum of his thoughts and his body’s needs.
He ran his mouth down her warm, honey-coloured flesh, flicking one of her nipples with his tongue, reveling in the innocence of her response. It was an innocence he should have recognized sooner, only the discovery of a twenty-five-year-old virgin was nowhere in his wheelhouse. None of the women he knew had any pretensions to innocence and inexperience, and hadn’t done for years.
But now, he could see clearly – the way she reacted, the way her body had responded to his, with goose bumps and quivering all over, was a sign of her newness to this. He’d awakened her, and he wouldn’t be human if that didn’t hold a unique appeal. Lower, he ran his mouth, circling her belly button, moving his hands up her body, gliding them over her skin, one to cup her breast and one to part her thighs as he moved his tongue to the apex of her thighs, his tongue running over her seam so she jerked beneath him.
She tried to pull away, his intimate invasion almost too much to bear, he knew, but he smiled against her sex and found the sensitive cluster of nerve endings, tormenting her clit until she was crying his name out over and over, a hundred ‘Vitalo’s spilling from her lips like drops of gold, filling the room with passion and power.
He slid a finger into her as she fell apart so he could feel her muscles clenching and releasing, spasming with this new-found pleasure, and he kept his mouth close to her, tasting her, delighting in the knowledge that he had driven her so far over the edge she was incoherent and shaking all over.
Sex was power.
Pleasure was power.
And he felt powerful as he filled her body with all the sensations she could handle, and then he brought himself over her, the weight of his body pressed to hers, his mouth seeking hers, dominating her senses, demanding her total surrender to the madness that flared between them.
She whimpered into his mouth and he tasted her acquiescence and offered his own in return, reaching for the side table and pulling out a condom. He reached between them, sliding it in place as quickly as he could before thrusting into her once more, releasing a guttural cry as his own voice tore through the room. “Bella,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her dark hair, his eyes seeking hers as he moved inside of her.
Her head tilted back, her breathing rushed, her chest moving quickly, each rise and fall a punctuation into the room. He dropped his head forward, capturing her lips, his tongue dueling with hers in time with each thrust of his arousal, deep inside of her.
She was so tight, so wet, he almost lost control, but Vitalo was nothing if not disciplined. Even in that moment, he kept a grip on his fevered needs, he reined in his desire to simply explode and he kissed her, tasting her release as she tumbled over the edge of pleasure into the wide, chasming abyss. He held her tight as she broke apart, and he waited for her breathing to slow before he moved again, driving her back to dizzying heights of need and want before finally succumbing to the drugging pull of their desire. This time, when her body was wracked with pleasure and desire, he followed her, chasing after her, holding her to him as his own orgasm tore through him, shredding him into a thousand little pieces.
Sex was the best remedy, and that had been some of the best sex he’d ever had. He stared down at his lover, his virginal lover, and a smile spread over his face. He’d wanted to throw Kat from his mind, but he’d had no idea how easy it would be to do with this woman in his arms.
Spent, he rolled off her, staring up at the ceiling for several long moments before turning to face her. She was looking upward
s as well, so her face was in profile, and he took a moment to analyse her delicate nose and haunting beauty. Her hair, chestnut brown and glossy, shimmered in the pale lamplight. As if sensing his inspection, she turned to face him, her smile enigmatic and mysterious.
“Well,” she said after a moment, her accent American, but softened somehow, as though she spent much time abroad. “That was unexpected.” Her laugh was beautiful, like a bell tingling in the breeze. Vitalo wasn’t a man who looked for permanence, but for the briefest of moments, he experienced a pang of remorse that he would, in the morning, return to his native Greece, that this woman would be a blip in his rear vision mirror.
He would have liked another night with her; maybe even two more. Her lack of experience fascinated him, and the temptation to teach her everything she could ever want to know about her body and its pleasure was a temptation he almost found too hard to resist.
But Vitalo was an expert at resisting temptation – as his decades-long obsession with Kat had shown him. All for the promise of a long-dead friend…
“Who are you?” She asked, pushing up on one elbow, fascinatingly un-self-conscious of her nakedness, given her inexperience with men. Although, the fact she had been a virgin didn’t mean she hadn’t enjoyed other sensual exploits. The thought was a darkness on the periphery of his mind; he pushed it aside.
