‘Should I remind you whose name you called out all night? I owned your pleasure in the early hours. I’ll own it again.’
A shiver of desire ran over her, goosebumps peppering her skin. She raised an eyebrow of her own. ‘Will you, now?’
‘I want you,’ he growled, ‘and I don’t want to be gentle.’
Her breathing came sharp and fast in anticipation of what he might do. ‘Then don’t be.’
He pounced in a flash. Her hands were pinned lightly above her head under one of his own and his strong, muscular body was covering hers. Lucy’s heart beat a wild and uncontrolled rhythm—not out of fear, but with the thrill of being mastered by this man. She opened her legs, his hardness between her thighs. She wanted him inside her so she could forget everything but the pleasure he could bring her.
‘Let me see... Where do I start, hmmm...?’
The way the corner of his mouth tipped up in a wicked smirk told her heknewwhat he did to her. The lazy heat running through her veins exploded into something hotter, more potent. She didn’t care. She arched her back, trying to get him in the right position, to ease the ache inside that built and built. But the weight of his hips on hers held her down. He could ease up if he wanted to. He was doing it to torment her, make her beg, and she didn’t care.
He let go of her hands. ‘Don’t move them,’ he growled.
She froze as he dropped his head, his teeth scraping her nipple. The pleasure of it sizzled through her, arrowing straight between her thighs. She squirmed underneath him. He moved his hips then, sliding over her. She was slick. Wet already. With one change of angle he could be inside her, but he didn’t give her enough room.
‘Stefano...’
Her voice was a whisper, like a breath of air, and she wondered if he’d heard her. She didn’t want to seem as if she was breaking yet. She was trying to extend the pleasure, stretch it out till it snapped with force.
His deep, resonant chuckle was pure wickedness reverberating right through her. And, as much as she needed him, a small, rebellious part of her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to her. It was a game being played to see who’d succumb first. Except she knew it would be her. Every part of her body strained for him, the pleasure from his touch making her tremble.
‘What did you say,cara?’ He hadn’t moved his head far from her left nipple and his breath was warm against her.
‘Nothing at all,’ she panted.
He took her pebbled nipple into his mouth again. Sucked. Another arrow of pleasure speared between her thighs where he rocked against her. He pulled back again and blew on her, the chill of that stream of air over her damp skin causing her nipple to tighten further. It was hard. Over-sensitive. Too much and not enough all at the same time.
‘If you can speak a sentence, I’m not doing a good job.’
If he did any better, she’d die. Right here on the bed. And her reasons for wanting to win this little game became hazy as her body began succumbing to his onslaught. To the slide of him as he flexed his hips against the folds of her, to his attention at her nipple. She held her hands above her head because it was what he’d demanded of her and she hadn’t thought to question him. Her body was completely at the mercy of his.
Another rough scrape of his teeth against her over-sensitive nipple almost undid her. ‘Stefano!’
‘Ah,cara, are you feeling neglected?’
‘Please. I—’
‘Shh... I’ll look after you now.’
He rolled from her and found protection. Then he was back. Wrapping her in his arms. His kiss was hot, hard.
‘Are you ready for me?’
His voice was pure gravel and it scraped over her in a shiver of pleasure. He was as affected as her by this thing between them.
‘Yes.’
‘Then hold on to me.’
She wrapped her arms around his back as he rose over her, settled between her thighs and thrust into her. She almost broke then, at the pleasure and the pain of him deep inside her as he moved. Hard, just as he’d warned. Desperate, just as she felt. She clung to him. Moved with him. Chased her pleasure as he drove into her. The burn inside her building and building till it overwhelmed her. Exquisite, electric...
‘Say my name.’
His breath was warm against her throat. His voice all command and she didn’t care. She wanted it. Craved his assertion. He scraped his teeth against the side of her neck and the pleasure rippled through her.
‘Stefano...’