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I swallowed the laugh which wanted to burst out of my mouth at the bad joke.
‘Let me make love to you as you deserve,Principessa,’ I coaxed, gliding my hands under the hem of her T-shirt, and gripping her waist to ease her off the bed, until she stood between my thighs, her body trembling under my hold, her gaze fixed on mine. ‘Do you understand?’ I asked, pushing her own words back at her.
Emotion shadowed her gaze, but I could see, she was already lost. Thoughts of her past, her mother, the promises she had made to herself that had no bearing on this moment were not relevant now, because she could deny me no longer.
She nodded.
Triumph surged, thickening my erection.
But I forced myself to hold back my groan, to ease off her T-shirt slowly, patiently. I would not devour her again. As I had last night. I had promised her a feast for the senses, and that was what I would deliver.
Even so, when I released her bra, and flung it away, I sucked in a sharp breath, to contain my vicious need at the tempting sight. She was so beautiful, so radiant—her breasts small but high and firm—her body lean but subtly curvy. And she was all mine, for the next three weeks.
All the compromises I had been forced to make would be worth it.
She trembled violently, as I caressed her yearning flesh, her hands landing on my shoulders, holding on to me, as if she needed my strength to stay upright. The sop to my damaged ego was nothing compared to the heat which fired through my veins as I stroked the puckered flesh and her nipples tightened and swelled. Her eyes—still a little wary—became dazed with desire. I kissed and suckled the hard tips, holding her steady, until she was gasping and shaking with need.
When I released her at last, I grinned at her, pressing one last kiss to her reddened nipple.
‘I have always loved that you are so sensitive here,’ I said, enjoying her even more, as the vivid colour fired across her chest again, and bloomed on her face.
‘You remembered that?’ she said, her astonishment impossibly endearing.
‘Of course,’ I said, realising there was nothing I did not recall from that night.
I would have been concerned at the deep pulse of emotion in my heart—a response to the innocence which still clung to her, despite everything—but I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but sheer joy. That she trusted me, in this much at least.
‘Now, I intend to feast on the rest of you,’ I murmured, the anticipation firing through me, as I stood and pressed her back onto the bed.
I kneaded my thigh absently, but the soreness there was overwhelmed by the ache in my groin.
I threw off my shirt, but chose to keep my erection in my pants for now, or I would be far too tempted to rush things...again.
I lifted one of her feet from the bed, and concentrated on untying her laces, my palms already beginning to sweat. Once her shoe was off, I ran my thumb down her instep and felt that gratifying shudder.
‘Ticklish?’ I teased, determined to lighten the mood. Somehow.
She shook her head, her gaze locked on mine. ‘Turned on,’ she replied, with that bold honesty which had always enchanted me.
The surge of longing became rich and fluid again. And painfully intense. The next twenty minutes—half an hour if I could last that long—were going to be pure torture. But I was determined to make this last.
I then set about taking off her other shoe, and sucking each of her toes, before easing off her jeans and working my way up her tempting calves, her trembling thighs. And I forced myself to concentrate on the growing ache in my groin, the glorious scent of her arousal, her live-wire responses and the brutal sensations skittering over my skin, so I could ignore the strange relentless ache which was also building in my heart.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jessie
RENZOPARTEDTHEfolds of my sex and licked the swollen flesh.
The orgasm which had been tantalising close as he teased and tortured every part of me—discovering erogenous zones I never knew I had—wound tighter inside me.
‘Oh...please... Renzo.’ I moaned, fisting my fingers in his hair, writhing against his devious mouth, reduced to begging.
I choked out a sob, the desire so raw now, I couldn’t draw a decent breath.
Then he captured the throbbing nub of my clitoris and sucked. I arched up, bowed back, the sensations shattering in their intensity as my body gave itself over to the tidal wave of pleasure. At last.
He licked and sucked me through the last of the orgasm, and I was left, lying limp and shaking on the bed.
