Keira blinked back bitter tears.
‘You’re never going to forgive me, are you?’ she asked brokenly. ‘I could wear a hair shirt for the next fifty years but still you would not be able to overlook that one fall from grace.’
His eyes mercilessly raked her from head to foot. ‘You will fall again, I am sure of it,’ he ground out contemptuously. ‘You did earlier this evening, begging for it with your body on fire for the release it craves.’
‘Which you didn’t deliver.’ Keira knew she shouldn’t have said it and certainly not in that taunting tone, but it was too late.
His dark-as-night eyes glittered with steely purpose as he pulled her towards him. ‘That can easily be remedied,’ he said and sent his mouth crashing down on hers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
IF KEIRA had had more time to prepare herself for the heat and fire of his mouth she would never have responded so passionately, or so she thought in self-recrimination later. Her mouth burst into hot tongues of flame as soon as his came into contact with hers, her whole body starting to pulse with the desire that had been lurking just underneath the surface of her tingling skin for hours.
She felt the full force of his arousal against her as he held her tight in his arms, his tongue delving deeply to conquer hers. She whimpered with the sheer delight of having him so out of control, so intent on having her again in spite of how he felt about her.
He kissed with such passion, each determined thrust of his tongue reminding her of the hot hard surge of his body in hers. Her body prepared itself; the silky scented dew of arousal made her legs soften with surrender as he manoeuvred her towards the sumptuous lounge.
He pressed her down to the carpet at their feet, his hands beginning to remove her clothes, each stroke or glide of fabric along her skin a sensuous caress under-girded with urgency.
She gasped out loud when his mouth closed over one tight nipple, his tongue rolling and curling until she was writhing with pleasure beneath the weight of his body. Her legs tangled with his, her hips lifting off the carpeted floor to feel more of his potency where she so desperately needed it.
Patrizio might not love her any more but this was one way she could show how much she loved him, Keira thought as she caressed his back and shoulders with her hands, her body aching to be possessed by his.
He lifted his head from her breast and met her passion-glazed eyes. ‘Tell me you want me, Keira,’ he commanded as he began stroking her intimately.
‘I want you…’
‘Louder.’
‘I want you.’
His eyes glittered with triumph. ‘Say my name. Say it, Keira, say who it is you want.’
She was almost sobbing with desperation as his fingers moved rhythmically against her swollen point of need. ‘I want you, Patrizio…Oh, God, I want you so much…’
She shuddered as her orgasm rolled through her in wave after wave of release, each nerve and sinew in her body trembling with the aftershocks. She was boneless, a melted pool of femininity in his arms.
She opened her eyes to meet his, the dark unreadable depths of his gaze making her belly quiver with uncertainty.
‘Who were you thinking of when you came?’ he asked.
She frowned at him. ‘W-what sort of question is that?’
He cupped her right breast in his hand, his eyes like a laser beam on hers. ‘I want you to think of me and only me this time,’ he said. ‘Do you understand? Me. Not your childhood sweetheart, but me.’
Keira gave a choked gasp as he moved down her body, his mouth leaving hot moist kisses all over her flesh, from breast to trembling thigh. She knew what was coming and her whole body shivered in anticipation. The first intimate glide of his tongue against her lifted her back off the floor; the second had her clinging to him with claw-like fingers, her breathing becoming rapid and uneven as he subjected her to the most erotic assault on her senses possible. She gasped, she panted, she screamed with the sheer force of it, her entire body feeling as if an earthquake had passed through it.
She had barely come back down to earth before he was thrusting deep inside her, hard, hot and heavy, his low-pitched grunts of pleasure as he set a frantic rhythm making her body tingle all over again. She clung to him as he rocked against her, her senses spinning out of control all over again as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of reason.
His mouth coming down on hers smothered her moaning cries of ecstasy. She felt his body bucking with the force of his own release, the soft pads of her fingers feeling the lift of his flesh as he gave a whole-body shiver of reaction.
His breathing was still choppy as he propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. ‘Did Merrick ever make you come three times in a row?’ he asked.
Keira closed her eyes, the twin blades of pain and shame slicing at her insides. ‘Stop it, Patrizio…please.’
‘Look at me.’
She scrunched her eyes tighter. ‘No.’