Chapter Six
Selecting the forefinger of Celina’s right hand, he positioned it precisely and began to move it back and forth. He loved the little sounds she made, the way she squeezed her eyes tightly shut to concentrate on sensation, and her softly smiling mouth. “Is that good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Perfect,” she managed on a shaking breath.
Her cheeks were flushed as she responded beneath his guiding hand. Physically, she was perfection, toned and yet plump in all the right places, and she couldn’t possibly be more responsive. His cock flexed in anticipation of sinking into her. One night would never be enough. Resting her legs over the wide spread of his shoulders, he delicately parted her lips. She was bathed in a sea of arousal and gasped out her need as he touched her in a way she couldn’t resist. He made sure she didn’t have to, and her response was both violent and immediate. She plunged over the edge with repeated, rhythmical cries, forcing him to take her in his arms so she didn’t rake her body on the uneven ground. Seeing her through to the finish, he waited until she was quiet again and then scolded her in a tone he knew she loved. “Did I give you permission for that?”
“You didn’t tell me not to,” she gasped on a relieved breath.
“You are a very bad girl,” he remarked with approval.
“I do my best.”
He laughed. He couldn’t remember sex being fun before. In the past, it had been executed at maximum efficiency with a partner who knew the score. Celina was very different.
“Watch me,” she whispered, shooting him a seductive look. “You know you want to.”
“Watch you do what?”
“Really?”
He groaned as his cock snapped to attention. “You learn fast,” he admitted as he watched her hand move to a lazy rhythm between her legs.
“I’ve always been an able student,” she agreed wryly.
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Because you’re getting to know me?”
And the more he learned, the more she ensnared him. His cock approved too. Fisting it, he squeezed it tight, as if that could contain its burgeoning size. It was as if he’d been celibate for months. Far from abating after several releases, his hunger had grown. Celina had turned the tables on him completely. He was consumed by lust. He could forget about closing down feelings. He had to have her. No more delay. He had to have her now. Seduction was redundant where Celina was concerned. She was seduction enough. He’d never thought to find a woman who could match him, but now it seemed he had.
~~o0o~~
The heat in Diego’s eyes scorched through her veins like molten honey. He made it worse, kissing her until she was shaking with arousal. The anticipation of pleasure was almost more powerful than the real thing, she had discovered. She encouraged him when he brushed the underside of her arms with his stubble and groaned with satisfaction when his big hands stroked her back. Her buttocks felt so comfortable in his grip. His slightly roughened palms against the smoothness of her skin felt amazing. When she writhed with impatience, he held her still, but when he coated the tip of his cock in her arousal, she was done with waiting. Thrusting forward, she took him by surprise. He was so big, she gasped, unsure now she’d started that she could accommodate him. She could never have been ready for this. He paused when she grimaced with shock and discomfort, but then another type of sensation kicked in, and her grip on his buttocks turned to steel. When he moved, the feeling was indescribable. It was so intense, it blanked her mind to anything else. He pulled out slowly, and then sank deep again before setting up a dependable rhythm that encouraged her to work her hips furiously with his. Being joined to him touched her. This was like no other experience on earth. This was the memory she hoped would bind him close when she left. It was also the memory to sustain her if things went wrong.
Waves of sensation, like knockout blows, landed one after the other. She maybe cried out his name, or sobbed and groaned when she came. It was hard to be sure what was happening when she was in the grip of such powerful and transformative pleasure.
Surely the bond between them must have strengthened, she reflected later as they lay side by side in contented silence. Sex had joined them in some deep, primal way. Diego had been incredibly sensitive to her feelings, proving that he wasn’t always distant or detached. She felt certain he cared enough to follow. She had to believe it.
“Daydreaming again?” he murmured as she stared blindly into the canopy of spreading branches above their heads.
You really don’t want to know, she thought as Diego turned his head to look at her. “I just want to make the most of tonight,” she said lightly.
“I think I can accommodate that.”
His wicked smile assured her that he could, and it was a relief to blank her mind to anything but pleasure.
Diego knew the responses of her body better than she did herself. He made her come again and again, until finally, with a groan of satisfaction, she collapsed exhausted against his chest. But even then she couldn’t let him go.Not yet.She had to squeeze every last drop of happiness out of this time together. Even if she hadn’t been planning to go back, she knew their relationship couldn’t last. Diego was notorious for pulling away as soon as anyone tried to get close to him. This was all they had, and all they would ever have. They would both move on, and in her case, sooner rather than later.
~~o0o~~
Celina was a drug to his senses. Beautiful women packed the stands when he played polo, howling for another Blood and Thunder victory. Plucking one out of the crowd was so easy, he found it boring. Anything more than a night of fierce pleasure was off the table. Sharing his life was too complicated. He didn’t want the ties, the interference, or the inevitable breakup. The fact that he was considering a girlfriend and the woman in question was Celina was a measure of his growing affection for her. Plus the sex was so hot, he doubted he could ever get enough of her.
Was this what Alexei and Dante had meant when they talked about love?he wondered as he ran strands of Celina’s silky hair through his fingers. Was this ache in his chest something close?
After one night?
No!
