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Because he needed to make her forget what came before. Needed to dwell on nothing else but the sublime bliss to wash away the vulnerable exposure that haunted him.
He groaned in satisfaction and a little wonder at how thrillingly responsive she was when she met his gaze and gasped, ‘Yes,please.’
A different sort of recklessness overcame him, one that insisted he give her everything she desired, turn himself inside out to leave his indelible mark on this woman his subconscious had known much sooner than he had.
So he returned to his ministrations with renewed vigour and was rewarded with her deeper cries, the mesmeric sight of her chasing release onlyhecould provide. And even as she fell into her first, mindless climax, Alessio was hungry for more, for a deeper connection that had him reaching for the condom and ripping it open with his teeth.
The tremors that seized his hands as he drew the latex down his length, he attributed to hunger. It could be nothing else. He wouldn’t permit it.
But it seemed his little siren wasn’t a passive participant.
She rose onto her elbows when he slid between her thighs, her gaze darting between his face and where he was poised at the heart of her.
‘You like watching me possess you, Dr Parker?’ he breathed against her lips.
A deep blush rushed up her neck, and, since he didn’t have to hold himself back any more, he licked its path to her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, before, with a groan seeming to burst from his very soul, he fused his mouth to hers and thrust into her slick heat.
Her hoarse cry of pleasure was almost his undoing, her tight welcoming making him clench his jaw to hold onto control.
At the roll of her hips, Alessio let out a shout before the very devil took possession of him. Capturing her arms above her head, he drew back and thrust deeper, harder, a desperation to the joining that struck a sliver of fear through his heart.
Because it’d never been like this with any woman before Giada.
And with the depth of hunger still prowling through him, he feared the spell would only get stronger.
And he might not have a choice but to do something about it. Because his path couldn’t change. Not when he was so close to righting the past’s wrongs.
He took her like a man possessed.
And Giada loved every second of it, revelled in the sweat that engulfed them both, delighted in his harsh breaths and guttural Sicilian words he showered over her. Then his beastly roar as he found his own release.
Did it absolutely terrify her just how much she relished his touch? Oh, yes. But would she have stopped it if her very life depended on it?
No.
That realisation thumped its ominous beat inside her long after their gasping breaths had calmed and their racing hearts had decelerated. Long after the man who’d taken her with such magnificent mastery had drifted into heavy sleep, the thick band of his arm curled around her to keep her close to him.
And even as she called herself ten kinds of fool for succumbing to his captivating masculinity, another tsunami of longing was threatening to sweep her under, so strong, so powerful that she had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning her need and despair.
Was this the type of heady sensations her sister and mother had been chasing for as long as she could remember?
Was this a warning glimpse of what this could turn into if she didn’t put her guard back up and fast? This hedonistic sensation that only more of Alessio would assuage?
If it was then...perhaps she owed them an apology.
Owed them understanding. Because the very thought of being under this potent spell for a day longer, never mind how many days she was trapped in this glorious chalet, was terrifying.
And alarmingly exhilarating.
But...didn’t she know how to survive sustained threats?
Yes, she did. How many times had she butted heads with her mother and held her ground? How many times had she withstood Gigi’s mockery and walked away with the burning belief that she was doing what was right forher? So what if Alessio’s brand of temptation was unlike anything she’d felt before?
She’d withstood the harsh and frozen wilderness of Antarctica.
She would survive cutting herself completely off from this too.
She must.
