‘Yes... I do,’ I stuttered, the desire far too strong to deny.
‘Bene,’ he murmured, then scooped me into his arms and strode across the pool terrace.
It took me several seconds to realise what was happening, the thundering beat of my heart and the relentless heat making it hard to breathe, let alone think.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked.
‘To my bed. I’ll be damned if I take you on a lounger again,’ he said, his voice harsh with frustration.
‘I can walk,’ I said, dazed and disorientated as he strode to the end of the terrace and up the stairs to the mansion.
‘Sta’zitto.’
Shut up. Nice, I thought, but couldn’t find the breath to say it.
All I could do was cling to him as he tightened his grip and took the steps two at a time. He carried me into the house where I had once wanted so badly to belong, and held me close as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
The possessiveness of his hold on me did nothing to make the riot of emotions and sensations subside.
Finally he put me down in front of the huge king-sized bed. The large room’s dark upholstery and heavy furniture was intimidatingly masculine. It suited him perfectly.
‘Take off the dress,’ he demanded.
I obeyed, caught in the maelstrom of passion, of desire. I fumbled with the zip, let the thin silk shimmer over sensitised skin, and watched intently as he kicked off his wet swimming trunks.
His erection sprang up, hard, thick and long with a yearning he could not disguise.
‘And the rest,’ he murmured, nodding at my bra and panties, before grabbing a box of condoms from the bedside table.
I took off my underwear
with trembling fingers, caught in the tractor beam of his gaze as he sheathed the massive erection.
The lights from Nice twinkled in the distance as I climbed onto the bed, silhouetting him through the French windows. But Nice felt like a million miles away as he joined me, cocooning us both in the unstoppable passion, the relentless desire, our ragged breathing harsh in the still night.
He pushed me back on the bed, opened my thighs and then, to my shock, moved lower to press his face between my legs.
That first slow lick as he found my clitoris with his tongue made the already out-of-control sensations sparkle and soar.
I launched off the bed, already shattering, but he held me down, drawing forth the devastating orgasm.
As my senses swelled and shattered, then rose to shatter again, the emotion I’d been trying to control gripped my chest.
‘Please... I need you inside me,’ I begged, shocked by my own desperation.
He rose over me, blocking out the lights, clasped my hips, notched his penis at my entrance and thrust heavily inside me.
I sobbed, the sound raw, my slick sex struggling to adjust to the all-consuming fullness, and as I gripped his thick length and clung to his wide shoulders, the pleasure swelling as he moved, I felt the emotion in my throat swell and shatter too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alexi
MY HEART EXPANDED in my chest as I moved inside the tight clasp of Belle’s body. I still had the taste of her on my lips as I established a rhythm, digging deeper, taking more. The urgency, the drive to possess her, was so strong it controlled me instead of me controlling it.
I didn’t care. In that moment, all I cared about was seeing her break again for me. Her sobs echoed in my ear, her frantic breathing spurring me on. I gritted my teeth and pumped harder, faster, felt the pleasure surge, tightening around the base of my spine like a vice.
‘Come for me, again, bella,’ I commanded, desperate to have her break once more, needing her to break first.