Both his hands found her waist, and he withdrew his lips from hers with the greatest of self-restraint. Her breaths were as ragged as his. He stared down at her in the warm flicker of the candles. She was so beautiful, she made him ache.
He did not deserve this woman, and he knew it. He was battle-scarred and life-scarred. He was broken. Imperfect. Flawed. He would never be the proper lord his father had intended for him to be. He would never be the husband Catriona deserved.
But he was selfish. She was his.
And he had lost the reins of his control.
He spun her around. Dipping his head, he pressed a fervent kiss to the nape of her neck as his hands sought hers. Clasping her wrists in a gentle hold, he guided her hands to the wall.
“Brace yourself,” he told her. For a moment, his hands settled over hers.
To their left, the statue of Zeus towered, immense and forbidding. To their right, a marble of Venus proudly watched over their folly. The moment was perfect. The woman was perfect. He was imperfect.
Cristo, how very flawed he was.
But she was his, and he was ready to worship her. He released his hold on her and sank to his knees. With one hand, he pinned the hem of her gown to her waist. With the other, he found the delicate curve of her calf, following it all the way to the sensitive dip behind her knee. Over stockings and garters. Finding bare skin above it, her thigh, then higher still.
Mierda, her hips were luscious and beautiful. She was a miracle of femininity, her body a study in softness and ferocity, in supple grace and reluctant surrender. He could not resist memorizing every part of her with his lips and tongue.
First, his mouth.
A kiss on the back of her right thigh, just above the tie of her garter. Bare skin, warm and feminine and silken. Then her left thigh next.Gloriosa.His fist tightening on her trapped hem, he kissed his way to the treasure he sought, her sex.
He guided her thighs apart, kissing her center. He licked along her slit, parting her with his tongue. She tasted good. Musky, life-affirming, and sweet. His cock swelled as his tongue dipped inside her.
She made a soft sound of surprise, then a low moan. He stimulated the needy bud at the same time until she was arching her back, her knees buckling as she came on a wild cry of release.
With the taste of her sweeter than honey on his tongue, he stood. Alessandro undid the fall of his breeches, and his cock sprang free, rigid and ready. He held his breath as he guided himself to her entrance. She was slick and hot, kissing his tip with wetness and pure temptation.
“Are you ready,querida?” he asked against her ear.
She nodded, her breaths emerging as short little pants.
He bit her earlobe gently, tormenting them both by sliding home just a bit deeper. “I did not hear you. Tell me you want me.”
“Oh.” The word sounded torn from her, half-moan, half-sob. She pressed her bottom into his groin, seeking more.
He kissed her throat. “Say it.”
“I want you.” The admission was a plea now.
“Sí,” he growled, all he could manage.
In the next instant, he plunged inside her to the hilt.Cristo, she was all tight, slick heat. Gripping him with so much force he almost came after one pump. Reining in his rampaging lust, he withdrew from her almost entirely before rocking back into her.
Their rhythm was easy and tinged with desperation. They moved together in the semi-darkness, their ragged breaths and low sounds of need echoing in the stone walls of the temple. The pleasure bursting down his spine was so forceful, he could not resist. Pumping in and out of her, her silken depths welcoming him, he knew he would not last long. He wanted her too much. She felt too good.
His ballocks tightened. He moved faster, driven by the need to claim. He wanted to bury himself inside her so deep, to plant his seed in her womb.Duty, he told himself.El deber.Nothing more.
But she did not feel like a duty in his arms. Her cunny did not feel like an obligation. She felt like perfection. Like desire. Like raw need. He pumped harder, repositioning her so he could drive into her at a better angle. Even deeper.
Dios, it was so good.Shefelt so good. Too good.
She tightened around him, convulsing as she spent once more.
And he was lost.
On a roar, he thrust, filling her with the torrent of his release. He came so hard he thought his heart would pound out of his chest. So hard, a blinding flash of light exploded across his vision.
