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Ella
Wow!His constant commands are becoming a habit. I want to shake my head in disapproval and drop into a chair to gather myself together. To my surprise, he chuckles and heads toward the blinds. He lifts it open then strides back to me with his hand placed on the top button of his crimson shirt. It is only then that I realize that he is not wearing his jacket. The shirt highlights his fine muscles and sexy body flawlessly. My brain muddles and my knees buckle with each step I take towards him.
I can't take my eyes off his back. I like the way he fits into his slacks with that narrow waist and those long legs. I want to run my hands over his body and lick a path with my tongue down to his waist.
When I stand close to him, he remains very still. Turning to me, his hands feel for the strings of my robes. He pauses for a moment, waiting for me to give a sign of permission before sliding it off my body. It drops to the floor with a thud. I gasp, aware of the slightest brush of his long fingers on my skin. It sends jolts to my senses, and my core responds shamelessly. His tongue giving me attention, right where I needed it, cloud my mind. I feel dizzy and light-headed for a minute. I brace myself and wait for his following command.
Funny how I have come to crave those commands. I lift my head just in time to catch the heat in his eyes. He wants me. When we danced at the rehearsal and I knew that soon he would break and give into his desires. We have built this tension between us until he laid his fingers to mine.
He drags a finger on my chin, and time seems to slow. I feel burning sensations with each movement of his thumb on my flesh. Antonio is definitely not backing down now. He has better plans in mind. "I like watching you come undone above me," he whispers and takes a step closer. "Every little shake and moan are like music to my ears. It's all I can think about, Ella. I'm sorry if that makes me an asshole, but I want to slide my tongue on your folds repeatedly until you scream my name for all of Tuscany to hear.”
My knees are knocking as I tremble. The room spins making it harder to stand on my feet. His large palms cup my neck tenderly, yet with a touch of roughness to balance it. We are standing by the bed, pushing into each other. With his free hand, he draws me closer and tilts my head to the side. His beautiful eyes roam my face, questioning my decisions. I need him to take complete control before my mind becomes a whirl of thoughts again.
"Kiss me again, Antonio." I moan. Like a man released from a spell, he yanks my head towards his and plants his lips on mine. The gentleness is gone. It's not the same as the feathered kisses we had shared some minutes ago. This is much more primal. Full of pure heat and lust. I give in completely.
If his hands weren’t holding me to him, I would have swayed from the vehemence of his tongue. The way he tastes me, with his hand looped around my neck and his erection straining against his wet jeans, encourages my wildness to the surface.
"Antonio," I moan when he traces a path down my jaw. His tongue darts out, and he licks, then sucks in my flesh before he moves down to the intersection between my shoulder and my neck.
His clothes are in the way, and I whimper in frustration as I try to remove them. He pulls away after reading my signs. I begin to protest as he guides me to the bed. It is warm and inviting. Decorated to suit our needs. He doesn't switch on the lights. Instead, he lets us adjust to the darkness. I notice how his eyes take in every corner of the room before he turns to face me again.
"You know..." He begins as I try to make out his face in the dark. I am glad he has the light off because I dread getting naked before him if this is going to happen. His voice is silky smooth, and seductive. He lures me like a predator, and I fall into his nest without the willpower to fight the attraction. "You are a beautiful woman, Ella. It's hard to think straight when you're around me," he finishes while bending his head to my hair to breathe in the scent of my shower gel. He inhales deeply while loosening my bun from the ribbon that holds it in place.
My hair cascades down my shoulder and caresses his face. “Well, not as pretty as the other bridesma…"
"You are. Never doubt that." He interrupts, and his finger lifts to the first button on his shirt, moving expertly down until it is just his bare skin. "Beautiful." He murmurs and bites my ear. I sigh, running my hands through his hair. It's softer than I imagined it to be. I tilt my head to the side and give him more freedom to explore my neck.
In response to his attention, I drag his mouth back to mine, our tongues mating vehemently. I revel in the feeling of his palms cupping my breast. His thumb circles around a nipple, and he tugs. I curse and wrap my hands around his neck. Hesmiles above my lips and drops his head to the other nipple. He teased with his teeth before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. The throbbing sensation is unbearable, "Antonio," I plead again before he scoops me up in his arms and drags me onto the bed.
He lowers me down slowly with care while his shadow looms above me. For a moment, I am nervous to see him naked for the first time. I have imagined the lines of his body in the shower, on his bed, and by the pool without clothes on. Now, it is finally about to happen. My breath quickens.
I see him through the streak of light that fills the room from the window blinds. The full moon is out. I feel like the luckiest woman alive. He is like a Greek god that has become a man. As soon as his hands dip into his waistband to slide off his jeans, I look away shyly. He chuckles in the dark. It doesn’t take long before his body looms above mine.
"What have you done to me, Ella?" He says this with a pinch of caution in his voice. I know he hesitates all the time. I reach down between us and cup him in my hands. He moans and drops his head to my lips again. All thinking is gone. Every layer of clothing that remains is pulled away with expertise. I am grinding my center against him, inviting him to fill me before I lose my senses.
"I want to explore more of you, but I can't keep it together anymore," he growls. I like his sincerity. It makes my toes curl. His deep growl and warm breath are enough to get me begging for his attention. When I look up and meet his eyes, different emotions surge through me all at once. I don't recognize this feeling, but it makes my heart ache. I want to pour my entire heart out to him. Never letting go, until I am out of breath. I want this to be more than just sex.
These thoughts scare me, but he doesn't give me a chance to think further. He reaches between us and finds me wet andready for him. I purr as he nudges my entrance with thickness. I know it will hurt because it has been such a long time, but I don’t mind. He pays attention to this awareness too. The moment he slides into me, he pauses, his face contouring as he struggles to keep still so I can adjust to him. With our hands clasp above my head, I feel a deep connection. I want the memory of this engraved in my mind and heart. I don't want to let go of him .
I know tomorrow, anything could happen, but I am willing to take the risk and surrender to him. "Yes," I whisper, eager to get him moving again. With lust-filled eyes, he begins to move inside me, creating a rhythm so slow that I can't help but arch for more. "Please," I whimper beneath him, shifting, so he adjusts and quickens his pace. With a hand sliding to my hipbone, he releases ragged breath and moves entirely inside me. His tongue plunges into mine, and he kisses me, his mouth mimicking the intensity of his thrusts. I have never seen him drugged to my pleasure. His lips hang open as he slides into me. He grunts above me and mutters inaudible obscenities, pulling out entirely only to slam back into me with more force. He finds it hard to be in control, and his thrusts become earnest and feverish. We are both gasping for breath as his skin slaps mine.
Even as the turbulent wind subsides and the clouds in my head begin to clear, Antonio and I remain lost in our embrace. I tighten my legs around him and match his rhythm. This makes him lose all sense of control he has left, and he grunts and molds his hands to my breast. A smile tugs at my lips, and I watch him. I watch him even as we both quake from the power of pleasure that sweeps us into endless bliss.
Chapter 10
Antonio and Ella
A buzzing sound won’t go away. My mind searches for the source while my eyes remain closed, but it seems too far away from me. I want it to stop, to disappear, but it is relentless. I finally open my eyes and turn to face the nightstand by the head of the bead. The phone is right there, a reminder that Monday morning has come once again for me.
“Shit.” I curse below my breath and silence the alarm. Then I lay with my back on the bed, facing the mattress. She is still with me, not like the time I summoned her to my room at the Villa, I am sure it's not a dream. I turn to face her, looking at the delicate lines on her face. Her breathing is soft and shallow. I want to kiss her lips again, but I am scared to wake her up. This is not a time to own what I want. It is time to go back to living a life that involves having a long-term relationship only with my job. Last night was amazing, but reality is barking in my face.
The last thing I want is for my father to visit the hotel with Maria and spoil my plans for the day. And I have the Westleys to deal with too. Trying not to cause a stir, I lift myself from the bed with great care and dress. I'll take a quick shower in my room before my flight to Washington, D.C. I need to move on, forget the distractions of Sergio’s wedding, my family, and most importantly Ella.
When I have my shirt tucked in place, I walk to the bed and bend over to give her a soft kiss on her forehead, then her cheeks. She stirs, turns over with a soft moan, and goes back to sleep. I meant every word I said to her last night. I wish she would wake up before I leave to stop me.
She is a woman who breathes fire when she is mad. I don't want to be in Italy when she reigns hell on everyone when she discovers my absence. In fact, I decide that I would like to see her again. Maybe just one more day or by coincidence or…I know, I know, I just said I needed to forget her, but it so hard.An idea hits me. It isn’t my best idea, but it is all I got. I reach into my pocket and take out my business card. Luckily, I still have one left. She sighs again when I place it beside her on the bed. Without taking another glance at her I walk out of the room. One more look at her and I swear I am not going to be able to leave this place.
I make it to my room. I decide to call my secretary to confirm my schedule for the day. She informs me that Maria Parisi had called and scheduled an appointment with me and I tell her to cancel it immediately. There is absolutely no way I am letting Maria into my life in Seattle. She and my father may think they can have it in Tuscany, but not in Seattle. Seattle is my world. My freedom.
