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“Did I succeed?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I’m aroused, all right,” he said huskily, this time brushing her lips with the tip of his tongue. “I’m going to take off your pants, but I don’t know whether to tan your bottom or kiss it.”
Antonia’s heart fluttered at his words and at his very nearness. She opened her mouth to answer his taunt and he invaded it instantly, mastering her and taking complete possession. The kiss was deep, branding her as his woman. It had such an arousing effect upon her, she wanted to be his slave and do his bidding, no matter how depraved his demands were.
He stood up but his eyes never left her face. He wanted to watch every small flicker of emotion she was feeling. Her eyes followed his hands as he removed his linen shirt and stripped off his breeches. Her green eyes dilated with pleasurable delight as the splendor of his full nakedness was exposed. Surely he was the most magnificent male nature had ever created.
He displayed his dark virility before her and she was awed at such a superb specimen of manhood. She longed to be naked with him, longed for the clinging of bare bodies, the hot slide of skin against skin, the fusing of mouths, the sharing of body heat until they were both mindless with need. The need for just what was still a deep, dark mystery, forbidden until this moment.
He removed her high-heeled slippers, then held his breath in anticipation as he pulled the boys’ pants from her long, slim legs. She wore nothing beneath them and he was rewarded by a glimpse of rose pink beneath the black silk curls between her legs. When he removed her bodice his eyes never left her face but his calloused thumbs brushed against the soft peaks of her breasts for the thrill of feeling them thrust up into hard little spears. He saw her eyes darken with desire, never realizing that his own eyes had changed their shade.
“Your eyes are as blue as the Bay of Biscay,” she murmured. She would always say these words to him. It would be part of their ritual. They would always be an invitation for him to make love to her. Tiny tremors touched her breasts and belly and thighs and he missed not one quiver.
He came full length against her on the bed and she groaned as his body seemed to touch every naked inch of hers. She buried her face in the hollow of his throat, smelling, tasting, kissing the well-remembered bronzed flesh she had craved since Venice.
He threaded his fingers through the wild tangle of her hair, then cupped her face and brought it up to his. He kissed her softly, lingeringly, and between kisses he whispered love words, telling her how lovely she looked and felt to him.
Her hands were free to explore the hard muscles of his shoulders and the crisp pelt of his chest. She felt his phallus rise up between their bodies, then press into her soft belly, hard as marble. She reached down to caress him and gasped at his great size. She pulled slightly from his arms to gaze down at the mysterious man-root. It jutted proudly from a nest of wiry black curls. It was extremely thick and curved beautifully toward his navel. The head was satin smooth and shaded vermilion from his throbbing blood. She remembered he had told her it was curved to follow the curve inside a woman’s body. Her body! She shuddered.
She could not believe anything so thick and long could fit up inside her body. She recalled vividly being unable to resist taking the smooth head into her mouth. She had wanted to feel him inside her body and her lips had no trouble accommodating his great size. She moved down his body now, needing to taste him, to feel him swell and throb against her tongue.
Before she reached her goal, Adam brought her face back up to his. “No, sweetheart, not tonight.”
Her eyes were smoky now with a sensuality she needed to express in a physical union. His hot mouth blazed a trail down her throat, then he weighed her breasts with his calloused palms and lifted them to his mouth so that each could receive his tribute. First he kissed the proud little crest, then licked it, then he curled his tongue about it and sucked it whole into his mouth as if he were plucking a succulent cherry from its stem. He had to stop himself from biting her, she was so delicious.
Antonia was in a fever of need, wanting it more than she’d ever wanted anything before, yet simultaneously wanting it less than she’d ever wanted anything. She felt as if he were driving her to the edge of madness. “Please, please,” she begged him. “Please don’t hurt me too much.”
“Sweetheart, let your fear melt away. I will be patient and gentle with you. …” His voice trailed away, then he added firmly, “Once.”
“Not always?” she breathed.
He shook his head. “Only this first time. When I make love I am feral, savage, even cruel. My lovemaking will be stormy as a tempest, white hot, with driving ferocity to bury myself inside you, and bury myself hard. My darling, you are so splendidly uninhibited, I doubt you will need me to be gentle more than once.”
Her eyes flamed with the lust his provocative words ignited. He spread her lovely long legs apart and combed his fingers through the silky tendrils, seeking her pink center. When she began to arch her mons into his hand with incoherent little cries, he slipped the pads of his fingers inside her cleft to tease her until she became wet for him. Then he knelt between her thighs, placed his thumbs on either side of her cleft, and spread her pink lips apart.
He lowered himself until the swollen head of his shaft was firmly pressed against her protruding bud, then he took away his thumbs and her tight sheath sucked the tip of his phallus inside and tightened upon him with tiny strong muscles.
Adam did not thrust inside her, but took her mouth with his and centered his lovemaking there, showing her with his tongue exactly what he was going to do with his male weapon. Drugged by his kisses, she felt no pain as the love-slick walls of her sheath drew him deeper. When he was halfway home, she felt only a fullness and a wonder that he was at last joining his splendid body with hers.
He thrust his tongue into the honeyed cave of her mouth and she was suddenly hungry for him, craving for him,allof him. Her nails dug fiercely into the flesh of his shoulders and her legs wrapped high about his back as she arched up to him, demanding the full honors of his manhood.
He was filled with a wild joy that he had needed no patience to coax her into a giving mood. He caressed her sensual lower lip with his own, while he contemplated how he would go about breaking her barrier. He had aroused her sexuality to such a pitch, she bit him, and suddenly he, too, could hold back no longer.
When he plunged into her, she screamed and her nails tore his flesh bloody. He held rigidly still, waiting for her pain to subside.
She felt so full of him, she feared she might burst from the fullness of him. Then—as he held still while her sheath stretched to fit him like a kid glove—she realized she could bear it, and she began to like the feel of him inside her. It gave her an incredible power over him. Gradually she became aware of his words in her ear. He was telling her how hot and tight it felt to be buried deep within her. His words were intimate, erotic, seducing her to match his passion and express her woman’s sexuality to the full.
They scalded each other. Finally, when neither of them could bear the burning torment longer, he began to move. Her green eyes widened in surprise as they locked intensely with his ice-blue gaze. The sleek heat became a wet slide with the friction of his strokes. He was anchored deep, making the sensations for both of them exquisite, silken torture as he molded her to his stunning body.
Though he had shaved, his beard scratched her soft cheek and she reveled in his maleness. His male-scented body acted as an aphrodisiac upon her. Everything about his mating with her was rough and elemental and she knew what had happened to her was cataclysmic and she would never be the same again. Not her mind, not her soul, not her body.
Their mingled breaths were husky, their lovemaking so sultry, they felt as if they would go up in smoke. Tendrils of long black hair entwined about their throats and shoulders, no longer belonging to him or her, but to both in a wild tangle. Then the night exploded. Antonia screamed again, this time from pure sensual bliss.
Adam cried out harshly as he spilled inside her like a firestorm. He gripped her fiercely, as if he could never get close enough or deep enough, and she felt every pulsebeat of his hot, shuddering release. He gathered her close and they collapsed together. Her eyes became pale and dreamy, then finally closed as she drifted between Heaven and earth.
Savage silently contemplated what he had done. There was no turning back now. What was done was done. Shamelessly, he had no regrets. She was extremely young, but age had nothing to do with it. They were two of a kind. Though society would be scandalized that a guardian should be intimate with his ward, he doubted that they would be ostracized. He was too damned rich and she too wellborn to be seriously censured. In any case he didn’t give a damn about the so-called ton, except for Antonia’s sake. He felt extremely protective of her, yet she was so outrageous, he doubted she gave a good goddamn either. Now that he had known Antonia, he was horrified to think he might have married Eve.
He wished he had never become romantically involved with both mother and daughter, but he could not undo the past, and long ago he had learned to live with the fact that he was a dishonorable bastard.
