“If I am, Danzatrice Ombra, that’s only fair. You took me over almost from the moment we touched minds. You’re wound so tight inside me, I know you’re there to stay, and I’m good with it. I want to belong to you.”
Once more he kissed his way to her breasts, noting how sensitive she was. He licked at her nipples, flicked with his fingers, tugged and rolled before drawing one breast into the heat of his mouth. Instantly, she cradled his head to her while he suckled first one small mound and then the other, seducing her with his mouth, teeth and tongue.
Amaranthe reacted with a breathy little moan when his tongue flicked and his teeth tugged. He moved lower, tracing her small rib cage and then her stomach, familiarizing himself with the shape of her body. He nuzzled theindentation along her hips and then moved back to her intriguing little belly button, swirling his tongue there.
“You should wear a chain of diamonds around your hips and dance for me,” he murmured against her bare skin. “I’ll have to get you one.”
One hand slid between her legs to feel her damp heat. Her legs shifted. Moved restlessly.
“You’ve got my body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring,” she hissed. “I swear, I’m going to burst into flames.”
He lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes so he could smile at her. “That’s the idea, my beautiful dancer. We’re going to burn together. Would you dance for me in a chain of diamonds?”
Very gently he parted her legs, listening to the little hitch in her breathing. He loved that rush of sound—like music to accompany the gathering storm outside their bedroom wall.
He waited for her answer, breathing a steady stream of warm air against her damp entrance, manfully ignoring his need to devour her. She was so tempting, laid out for him like a feast. The rain began to fall, the wind pushing the drops hard against the thick wall of glass, so that it sounded like musical instruments playing along with her little moans.
“Baby, are you going to answer me?”
She swallowed down another gasp, her fists in his hair. “Diamonds seem a little excessive, but anytime you want me to dance for you, I will.”
He liked her answer, even though she sounded shy.
“Diamonds around your hips when you dance wouldn’t be excessive,” he assured. “They’d look beautiful and catch the firelight if we had the fire going. Ballet slippers and diamonds. Nothing else.”
He nuzzled the dark curls of her mound. Wild, the way he knew she’d be in bed. She gasped as her legs jerked. He caught her thighs firmly in his hands. He had large hands and could wrap his fingers around the upper part of her legs.
“Geno, I can’t breathe.”
“Yes, you can. This is something you’re going to love. A gift. I’ve been fantasizing for a while now, growing hungry. Craving the taste of you. I could devour you, eat you for breakfast every morning before we get up.”
Spicy honey glistened at her entrance in invitation, telling him she liked the idea. He ran his tongue up the inside of her left thigh, interspersing lapping with nipping and kissing until he was so close to the temptation of her slick honeyed spice. He couldn’t stop himself from tasting her. She cried out when he swept his tongue across her entrance to collect that addicting concoction. Before he could get caught up in devouring her, he switched his attention to her right inner thigh. Building anticipation was half the seduction.
Geno wanted Amaranthe’s first time to be as pleasurable as it could possibly be. That meant preparing her body for him. Getting her mind in the right place. This time was for her—not him. No matter how much he wanted her, he had to go slow enough that her body could accept his.
The storm outside seemed to have found its way inside his skull. Thunder crashed in his ears and roared through his veins. The veins of lightning forking in the clouds found their way into his body, sending jolts streaking through him straight to his cock. He did his best to ignore the brutal need hammering at him the way the storm pounded at the glass walls.
He settled his broad shoulders between her legs. She was a dancer and had an amazing ability to stretch. He took advantage. His shoulders were very wide, and he was grateful for the room. He intended to take his time and enjoy every second.
•••
Amaranthe tried not to hold her breath as she stared at the lines carved deep into Geno’s face. He looked the epitome of carnal lust, of forbidden sensual temptation, ofgenuine love. When he spoke, he always had that raspy growl to his voice, but now, when he was on the very edge of control, he sounded even more wild. Almost feral. The sound gave her goose bumps. Sent a thrill down her spine.
When he wrapped his hands around her thighs and spread her legs apart to wedge the width of his shoulders there, her heart nearly beat out of her chest. Her pulse raced out of control when his tongue ran up her thigh. Her hips jerked of their own volition, and he tightened his hold, clamping his fingers around her thighs to hold her in place.
His tongue swiped through her folds in a gentle foray, and she lost her ability to draw air into her lungs. Nothing had prepared her for the absolute dazzling pleasure. Bliss rolled over her in a wave and joined that knot coiling tighter and growing larger, threatening to overtake her.
“Geno,” she whispered his name in awe when she could find air.
“You taste good,la mia danzatrice ombra, so damn good. Nothing will ever taste as good as you. Nothing.”
He didn’t move his mouth from her slick entrance, so she felt every breath, every syllable as he spoke. He began to lap at her the way a starved feral cat would devour cream. At first licking over and over and then becoming aggressive. Greedy.
Sensations poured into Amaranthe’s body. Her brain melted into pure feeling, unable to think, to process. There was no getting ahead of the fire racing through her bloodstream or her raw, oversensitive nerve endings that seemed to be detonating every single cell in her body in a fiery explosion.
Geno didn’t stop, as the tension in her deepest core coiled tighter and tighter. The pounding between her legs grew into a terrible demand there was no way to ignore. The fire grew too hot, and she had no idea what to expect. She felt as if she were on the edge of a giant cliff and any moment she might tumble off.
I’m going up in flames. You have to stop.She wasn’tpushing him away like she should be. She was holding him to her, terrified he would stop, terrified he wouldn’t.
