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What shocked me though was the realisation that I didn’t want him to return. Not anymore. Not if it meant I could not have her.
The gown dropped to pool at her feet in a waterfall of heavy red satin. She was barefoot, her lacy underwear the type I would once have found alluring, seductive. But as I gulped—trying to moisten the parched feeling in my throat—and grasped her upper arm to drag her back into my embrace, to make her aware of the heavy erection pressing against my tuxedo trousers, this didn’t feel like a seduction, it felt like a wildfire.
‘I need you, now,Principessa,’ I groaned as I pressed my face into her neck, and covered her lace-covered breast with one urgent hand, to plump and pluck the taut flesh.
She nodded, as she flung her arms around my neck.
‘Yes, Renzo, I know,’ she said, her voice as raw as mine.
I fastened my lips on the pulse point hammering in her throat, then drew my hand down the trembling line of her body and slid my fingers into the lace panties.
She was soaking wet for me already. But even as my hunger rejoiced, my heart rebounded in my chest. And the fear strangled me. I couldn’t let her go. And I wouldn’t.
I turned her, the need surging so heavily in my groin, I felt frantic, desperate, to mark her, to brand her, to make her mine...
For good this time...
I struggled to dismiss the scary thought, as I swept the debris off an occasional table. She gasped as a vase and her clutch purse crashed to the floor.
‘Renzo?’ she said, as I bent her over the table with one hand on her back, while I released the thick erection from my trousers with the other.
‘It’s okay, I’ll be gentle,’ I said, to reassure, even though I didn’t know if I could be.
‘I don’t need you to be,’ she said, making the need surge harder, faster.
I grappled with the condom, cursing viciously under my breath, ripped off the lace covering her bottom. Her thighs quivered, and I knew from her whimper she was waiting for me, ready for me.
At last, I clamped shaking hands on her bare hips, and plunged into her to the hilt from behind. She sobbed, tightening around my length, as I worked the spot I knew would make her come—hard, fast, desperate.
Only a few moments later, the orgasm slammed into me even as she massaged me, climaxing with me, her cries echoing with my guttural shouts.
For one hideous moment I felt brutally ashamed. I had taken as if she were...
A whore.
The ugly word hissed in my consciousness but was swept away by the searing wave of afterglow.
I collapsed over her, making the table wobble precariously. Even as my knees weakened from the force of my climax, I managed to brace my hand against the table, felt the strength in both my legs as I drew out of her.
I dragged her up, turned her around in my arms. And clasped her to me as I somehow managed to get us both to the nearest couch. We sunk onto it together in a sweaty mess.
Her carefully constructed hairdo had been ruined, her perfectly applied make-up was smudged. The beautiful red dress was a heap of crushed satin on the floor. My shirt was creased, my trousers still undone. But as the afterglow continued to fire through my veins, I stripped off the condom, adjusted my trousers, then cradled her naked body in my arms and brushed the sweaty tendrils of hair off her brow.
I wasn’t sad, or ashamed—I was utterly content.
Because I knew, tonight wasn’t the end now. It couldn’t be. Why did I have to let her go?Why?When everything was so good between us.
‘Madame Lavigne is going to kill us if she ever finds out what we’ve just done’ she said.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it, her pragmatism, and her concern at how the stylist would react to having her hard work destroyed as adorable as everything else about her. I grinned down at her. ‘I will repair the damage.’
‘Last time I looked, you weren’t an award-winning hairstylist,’ she murmured.
I cupped her cheek, adoring the flushed indignation on her face even more.
‘I have created a new style for you,’ I said, letting my gaze roam over the chestnut curls rioting around her face in glorious disarray. ‘Called the Well Loved Look.’
Her eyes widened, the sudden sheen of hope and emotion so devastating it wrenched at my soul.
