She hugged her arms around herself, her racing pulses telling her Tommaso was home long before the bedroom door opened.
Carrying a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes, he kicked the door shut behind him.
“Hello,wife,” he mocked, glittering black eyes capturing hers for a heart-stopping beat before he placed the opened bottle –she dimly thought that must have been the noise that had caught her attention – on a sideboard. “Did you miss me?”
She had no idea how she was able to speak when her throat had tightened so acutely or how she was able to keep her poise. “Do you really expect me to answer that?”
His smile was as mocking as his tone and words. Pouring them both a glass, he held one out to her, forcing her to walk to him for it.
He raised his glass. She tapped hers to it. Eyes locked, they both drank.
“Finish it,” he ordered.
She complied.
He refilled it to the brim and nodded at her to drink it all too.
Taking the empty glass from her, he flashed his perfect teeth in another mocking smile. “What a good little wife you are.”
His laughter at her mutinous glare landed like fingernails scratching a chalkboard.
Strong nostrils flaring, he began to strip. The chunky watch came off first as it had done the night before, followed by his shirt.
Gabriella held herself together as much as she could, determined to give no reaction when, inside, she was already throbbing with anticipation.
How was she supposed to keep her poise when a rampantly sexual Adonis was stripping naked for her, she wondered helplessly.
Gloriously naked, he climbed onto the bed. Propping himself against the headboard, he pointed at his cock, which was already at full mast.
God help her, she was already melting for him.
Painfully aware her neck and face were betraying her, Gabriella tightened her lips and pinched for the tiny hidden zipper at the side of the dress.
“No.” His eyes flashed. “Keep it on. I want you to fuck me in your wedding dress,wife.”
Firing all her loathing at him, she lifted the skirt of the dress and, without any ceremony or effort totantalisehim, pulled her knickers down.
He beckoned her with that hateful crook of his finger.
Not breaking the lock of their stares, she got onto the bed and, with a mass of stained lace and taffeta pooling around them, straddled him. Lifting her bottom, she raised herself until the head of his erection was pressed against her opening.
Her stare full of mutinous defiance, despising her body’s treachery in being so wet and swollen for him, she sank down on his length.
His eyes pulsed, but the mocking challenge of his expression didn’t alter. Taking her hands, he placed them on his chest, angling her a little forward. “Fuck me,” he commanded thickly.
Swallowing hard, frantically imagining all her nerve endings switching off in a futile effort to trick herself into not feeling the sensation of their groins locked together or the feel of him so hugely inside her, she dug her nails into his sublimely masculine chest and began to ride him.
Hands tight on her hips, his now hooded eyes flashed, his lips parting as the mocking challenge evaporated with a sensual groan. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good for you too?” he whispered.
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, Gabriella clamped her lips together and continued rocking back and forth on his enormous length, fighting with everything she had to blot out the incredible sensations fizzing and bubbling inside her…and fighting just as hard to blur the effect of the growing hunger pulsing in his black eyes. God help her, she couldfeelhis hunger, and God help her if it wasn’t feeding her own.
She mustnotcome, she frantically prayed even as the fizzling and bubbling built and spread. Not like this. Not when Tommasohad handed the control of their lovemaking – fucking, she hurriedly corrected herself – to her.
But the fight between her mind and her body over Tommaso had always been one no amount of rationalising had ever won. The gossamer thread she was holding herself together with was ripped away when his hands moved off her hips and tore the bodice of the dress. Huge hands scooped inside her bra and freed her breasts that she hadn’t even known were desperate for release until he lifted his head and took one in his mouth.
The thrill of pleasure was so immediate and so acute that she was helpless to stop the hitched breath-like moan that flew from her lips.
With a savage groan, he leaned back, taking her with him, one hand clamped to her hip, the other splaying on her back, the pads of the fingers dragging down her skin, his lips and tongue feasting on her breasts as if he were trying to devour them whole.
