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The afternoon had given way to dusk, and still the soft honeyed rays of the sun streamed through white linen curtains. It was the exact opposite to Hong Kong and Alessandro was glad. He refused to allow this moment to be shrouded in darkness or secrecy. He wanted the light, wanted reality; undeniable, unhidden reality.
He wanted to see every single inch of her as he brought her to climax, he wanted to feel it and know it was real. A blush rose to Amelia’s cheeks in response to the thoughts she could read in his gaze, he realised. And he bared himself and his desires to her as he reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one.
She bit her lips, watching his hands lower down his body, hungry and heavy. Without taking her eyes from him, she reached behind her to undo one of those tantalising little buttons and drew the shirt over her head. He had reached the last of his shirt buttons as she did so. They both discarded their tops at the same time, eyes for nothing but each other.
He stood, frozen still at the sight of her lace-covered breasts, and when she leaned back on her elbows, his arousal shoved painfully against his trousers. The look in her eyes was pure want. His mouth ran dry and, spellbound, he climbed onto the bed, unable to resist the lure of her.
Instinct took over, powerful and primal and intense. He gently tugged at her ankle, pulling her down the bed as he rose to meet her, covering her body with his, and the sigh he bit back turned into a groan of sheer desire. He slipped an arm beneath her, gathering her to him as he feasted on the smooth planes of her chest and the wide V between her perfect breasts. With one hand he pulled at the lace cup of her bra, exposing her nipple, taut and tempting. He took her breast into his mouth, gorging on pleasure and teasing cries of delight from Amelia.
Her hands flew to his head, fisting in his hair, pulling, pushing as if she wasn’t sure whether she wanted more or less of the delicious torment. ‘Alessandro...’
‘Tell me what you want,amato,’ he said, desperate to bring her pleasure. ‘Tell me what you want and you shall have it.’
She arched, as he turned his attention to her other breast, tugging the lace down and feasting on her flesh. There hadn’t been so many words between them in Hong Kong. The shocking intensity of their passion like a sudden firestorm, burning to extremes before burning out. But here? Now? This would be different. This would be no quick thing, he silently promised them both.
‘Your desires are safe with me,’ he said, pulling back so that she could see the truth of his words. ‘Your needs are safe with me.Youare safe with me.’
The flare of her pupils reminded him of a solar eclipse. Desire blotting out rationality and restraint. ‘Put your hands on me,’ she said, her tone husky with arousal and need.
‘As you wish.’
He found the fastening of her trousers, flicking the button and making quick work of the zip. She shivered as his palm slipped beneath the cotton fabric and caressed the curve of her backside. She cried out as his fingers delved beneath the lace of her panties into the delicate soft wet heat of her.
In a single breath he was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life, and even then, holding back from what he wanted was shockingly easy in order to give her more.
He wanted this, her pleasure. He wanted to see starbursts in her eyes, not confusion, doubt or worry. He wanted to see what he had seen in Hong Kong. Feel what he had felt there. A gasp fell from her lips and he wanted to taste it, taste the surrender to all that was passion and sensuality on her lips. His heart pounded against his ribcage as she shifted in his arms, her eyes becoming soft and unfocused as his fingers circled her clitoris, sweeping around the soft delicate flesh and returning again and again to a sensual torment that teased them both in equal measure.
He studied every part of her face, the way that she bit her lower lip trying and failing to contain her responses, responses that were like a drug to him.Hedid this to her,hegave her this. A flush stained her cheeks and crept up her neck, her eyes closed then opened, unseeing, lost in sensation and sensual frustration as her orgasm danced just out of her reach.
In seconds, he had pulled at her trousers, slipped them from beneath her and removed them from her legs. Carefully caressing his way back, his hand pressed her thighs apart gently and he lowered himself between her legs. The heat of her gaze on him seared his soul, and as he parted her to him he felt her flinch. ‘You are safe with me,’ he promised again, as he gave into his need for the most intimate of kisses.
Her learned her song then, the cadence of her pleasure—in the cries and moans and pleas that filled the air. His heartbeat pounded the rhythm, the sound of his blood roaring in his veins the base line, and above it all rose a melody so sweet he’d never tire of hearing it, and when her orgasm crested, the crescendo was so powerful, he felt changed by it.
He gentled her with soft touches and words as she came back down—as affected by her pleasure as she had been. But when her eyes found his, focused, intent and full of need for more, his body answered without a thought.
He kissed her with the desperation of a dying man, as if this were the last thing he would do with his life. His body, hot and feverish for her touch, relished the way her hands skated across his skin, fingers soothing and then gripping his shoulders, biceps, flanks—as if she wanted to explore every inch of him.
Alessandro pulled away reluctantly to remove his trousers, his gaze not leaving hers once. Automatically he reached for his wallet and withdrew a condom from it and stopped to look at it in his hands. His mind utterly blank because...because...she was already pregnant.
Never, not once in his entire life, had he had sex without protection. Never had he been skin to skin with anyone and, looking up, he saw the same thought reflected in Amelia’s eyes.
The realisation of how important this moment was nudged its way through the haze of Amelia’s climax. For a man who had sworn never to have children, she imagined the question about whether to use protection or not would be as alien to him as it was to her. But she was pregnant already and the desire to feel him—to be with him—without a barrier between them suddenly became more than just a want. It was a need that she couldn’t explain. Carefully she reached out to take the condom from his fingers and placed it on the side table.
He looked at her, studying her intently, and she opened herself up to him—laying herself bare to his silent inquisition. She wanted this and she trusted him. And in that moment, she saw that trust reflected back at her.
The bonds holding Alessandro back shattered and her heart soared to see the ferocious desire riding her hard reflected in his gaze. He leaned across the bed and thrust her into a realm of infinite pleasure with his kiss, the press of his body against hers igniting a hunger she feared would never be sated.
She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, half afraid that he’d leave, as if already she could feel him slipping through her fingers. But the thought disappeared as he bent his head to her chest and claimed her breast as if it were already his.
Pleasure arrowed through her to the heart of her sex and when his deft fingers gently pressed her legs apart and delved into that exact same place, she couldn’t contain the cry of sheer want that left her lips.
He gently pushed her legs aside to make space for himself and she trembled when she felt the jut of his erection against her sex. Both Amelia’s and Alessandro’s eyes drifted shut from the shared pleasure of the moment, luxuriating in the sensations that were new to them both, until neither could resist the lure of what was to come.
Slowly, Alessandro pushed into her, her muscles tightening, flexing, drawing him further into her. Amelia tried to capture the feeling with words, but nothing stuck, flitting away on a tide of sheer sensation and connection. They were both trembling with the force of their pleasure, with the shock of it, the surprise. It twisted something deep in Amelia, turned it, opening it into something beautiful. He filled her so perfectly that she felt as if they had been made for each other, as if finally something was beginning to make sense for her and her journey.
And then, when she thought she couldn’t take any more feeling, he began to withdraw and she cried out at the loss. A rueful smile pulled at Alessandro’s lips and in Italian he rained down praises and promises as he pushed into her again, and again, and again. The erotically slow strokes he teased them with seemed endless to her, launching her into that strange infinite place, until it seemed even Alessandro Rossi couldn’t take it any more.
As his movements became quicker, his thrusts more powerful, their connection became more tangible. Sweat beaded his brow, her neck, between her shoulder blades, and down his chest, the air became hot with cries and moans and pants and pleas.
