Chapter 9 #2
“I have appetites, Kara,” he warned with a sinful smile. “And my hunger for you…” His voice trailed off into a slight growl that made her womb clench in excitement. She wanted to be devoured by this man, to be tasted until she nearly died from it.
His mouth trailed down to the apex of her thighs. She watched as he stroked his tongue over her inner thighs, just inches from where she really wanted his mouth. Yet he wouldn’t get any closer. He kept looking at her as he teased her, his focused gaze telling her he was waiting for her.
“Angelo, please…don’t make me beg!” she gasped.
His honey brown eyes glinted with mischief. “I’m afraid you must, principessa. Beg me for everything. Everything you want me to do to you.”
“I want… I want you to taste me,” she gasped, lifting her hips in invitation. “Devour me, Angelo.” She slid one of her hands down her belly, caressing her wet clit for him. Angelo chuckled, leaned over her again and captured her wrist in one hand, pinning it to the bed by her shoulders.
“Uh uh, my little flame. There will be other times for you to touch yourself. This is my turn.”
She let out a whine of frustration. How could he stop her? She needed to be touched. She—
A scream escaped her as Angelo’s head dipped and his tongue licked the entrance of her very center. His tongue stroked a heavy sensual fire, torturing her with pleasure. Waves of heat rushed across her skin, making her dizzy.
“Oh yes…” She raised her hips with excitement, watching his eyes on her as he continued to lick and suck her folds and tease the sensitive pearl of her clit with his mouth.
Then he sheathed his tongue inside her channel, thrusting it in rhythm, and she lost herself entirely, crying his name as tears streaked down her face.
Her whole body seemed to spiral closer to the sun.
Everything inside of her crested at once, surging over a cliff face.
Then she was flying, then falling in a sweet uncontrollable descent back to earth, back to herself.
Angelo kept licking and thrusting with his wicked tongue until she was crying for him to stop.
It was too much, too much for her to take all at once.
Her body wracked with aftershocks as the orgasm seemed to go on and on forever.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, her eyes had closed, but now they were open again. She stared at Angelo in wonder as he placed another kiss to her mound, then her other thigh, and then he rubbed his cheek against her leg.
“Kara, I could lose myself in you forever,” he sighed softly. “When I’m with you… when I touch you there’s this spark… I’ve never had that with anyone before.”
That was when Kara realized she was in terrible danger of falling in love with Angelo Vertucci. Because she knew what he meant. That potent sense of magic that electrified her each time she touched him was something she’d never felt with anyone else either. It felt… sacred somehow.
“Angelo,” she said, unable to keep the fear out of her tone. He gave her a reassuring smile, as if he understood what had scared her.
“You are safe,” he said. “You are safe with me.” Somehow she understood he wasn’t talking about the mob. He meant her heart was safe. He would not take anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give… and that made her want to give him everything.
She reached up, taking the hand he offered her. Angelo smiled as he helped sit upright. She moved to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around his lean hips, needing to feel close to him again, to be pressed skin to skin and feel the security of his warmth and his touch.
“Lose the towel, Vertucci,” she ordered. Her Italian god chuckled, delighted by her bossiness.
“Yes, goddess mine.” He let the towel fall.
She lay her hands above the hard muscles of his ass.
Angelo dug one hand into her hair, fisting the strands and leaned into kiss her.
This time it was a deeper, ruthless seduction that still held a surprising amount of gentleness underneath.
It made her burn for him harder, that spark igniting an inferno inside her that carried his name and no one else’s.
His lips continued to savage hers as his hands unfastened her bra. Then his palms were cupping and shaping her breasts, kneading them as his fingers lightly tugged and pinched her nipples.
“Oh!” She let out a gasp and pressed her breasts into his eager palms. Now he was kissing her breasts. He licked one nipple before he sucked it between his lips. She moaned as a rush of fresh wetness escaped her.
“Angelo… please…” she begged as she feared she would embarrass herself soon with more begging. He only moved his mouth to her other breast.
“You want to ride my cock now?” he asked with a rough chuckle.
She could only moan in response to his question and drag her nails along his shoulders. His sudden use of the word cock struck her has oddly funny. For such a good man, she was beginning to suspect he had a very naughty side.
Angelo picked her up and turned so he was the one sitting on the bed. He scooted backward, pulling her along with him. Then he lay back flat on the bed with her on top of him.
“Take me, Kara, take me inside you,” he urged.
Now straddling his thighs, Kara raised her hips.
Before she let herself get too embarrassed, she grasped his massive cock.
She shifted, easing the hard length of him into her.
God, it was tight. She’d forgotten how long it’d been since she been with a man.
A year? He speared into her and she drew in a shaky breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes softening with concern.
“Yeah… it’s just been a while... and you’re huge.” She rocked against him, resting her hands on his shoulders as she urged her body to ease up and down, letting him sink deeper inside her.
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he reminded her. She shot him a look that made him laugh.
“I can handle a lot,” she promised. “And I like a lot.” She leaned down over him, careful not to rest against his wound as she feathered her lips over his gorgeous mouth.
“So stop treating me like I’m fragile.” She then nibbled his bottom lip.
“You’re the one who’s fragile right now,” she reminded gently.
Angelo lifted his head up so that his lips touched hers in a lingering, teasing kiss. Then he held her gaze, his eyes bright with lust and fire. “Then ride me, Kara.”
Such a simple command for such an intimate thing. She lifted her hips, then sat back a little, letting him penetrate her further.
Angelo groaned as he sank another few inches. “You burn me, tesoro mio.”
She was so wet and so desperate for him that she used her body and the gravity of it to sit down hard, thrusting him deep inside her. They moaned at the same time as she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
Angelo seemed riveted by the sight. “That’s it. Use me, Kara.”
She did, but she remained upright, determined not to lean too hard over him and possibly strain his wound.
She rocked on him, moving her hips in circles, taking him into her body at her own pace, working the angles that felt the best. She found her flow, that rhythm and motion that sent her head spinning higher and higher.
This climax hit hard, so much so that she screamed. She sucked in a desperate breath and collapsed onto his chest, panting. A second later, she realized she might have hurt him, and tried to sit up.
“Are you okay?”
He shook his head. “Hold on,” he warned with a rough chuckle.
Angelo wrapped his arms around her waist drove up into her over and over, the muted pleasure of her falling climax drawn out endlessly until at last he shouted her name.
His body slowed, still moving in soft circling thrusts inside her.
He kept gently entering her body, a growing heat started in her chest and expanded outward at that gentle intimacy he was creating.
It was a heat of another kind entirely and it made no sense.
She lay down and rested her cheek on his chest, feeling that warmth spread through her entire body.
When at last he stilled, his cock still deep inside her, he brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear with his fingertips. He lifted her chin with his fingertip so she looked up at him.
“Thank you for trusting me, Kara,” he breathed. “It’s something I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.”
Tears welled up and spilled over her cheeks. How did he know how to make her cry so easily? She both hated it and loved it.
“Thank you for this… For tonight,” she replied, her lips trembling as she spoke.
This man had been so brave to stand between her and danger, had almost died for her, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she could open herself up to him this way, to let him inside her body… maybe even inside her heart too.
Dangerous, so dangerous… but I can’t find it in me to care right now.
“So long as we are together, Kara, I am yours.”
If only it could be forever, she thought. If only.
But it can’t. That voice in the back of her mind that she could never fully silence screamed for her to run.
As if hearing her silent scream, Angelo’s arms tightened, holding her close. She surrendered to him, laying her face back on his chest again. His steady heartbeat thudded away against her ears, as if saying stay with every beat. Stay. Stay. Stay.
Kara closed her eyes, her limbs weary and limp.
A peace she’d never known before in her life settled into her body and soul.
She didn’t even realize she’d fallen asleep until she was gently stirred awake when Angelo moved in bed beside her.
The lamp was off now and she wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep.
Her first instinct was to bolt awake, ever ready to move at any sound or change in time, but Angelo was beside her, keeping her calm with his soothing presence.
Safe. I’m safe.