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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 30
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She didn’t know why she had dreamed about the miscarriage tonight. She was rapidly turning into an emotional wreck, she thought dismally. And it was no good telling herself that he only reason she thought about Alexander constantly was because her body was fixated with his. She had been drawn to him from the moment she’d first met him—had felt that her soul was joined with his by invisible twine—and despite his cruel, scathing contempt of her, she was terrified that she was falling in love with him.
Thunder sounded again, ominously close, and raindrops as big as pennies spattered onto the stone steps that led down to the pool. Clouds obliterated the moon, and the darkness seemed as cloying as a heavy cloak, but a sudden streak of lightning lit up the sky and illuminated a status of such breathtaking beauty that she stopped dead, unable to tear her eyes from it’s perfect form.
‘Alexander.’
The sudden dark after the lightning blinded her, but seconds later another bolt zigzagged above and threw his ***** body into stark relief as he hauled himself out of the pool.
Her brain was struggling to comprehend that he was really here, and not just a figment of her imagination. He hadn’t arrived at the Villa before she had gone to bed and, recalling his fury with her the last time she had seen him, she’d told herself that he would probably remain in Florence for the weekend.
But he was here, alive and real, and so utterly beautiful that her breath caught in her throat as she moved slowly, as if in a trance, down the steps towards him.
‘Go back to bed, Stephanie,’ Alexander’s voice sounded harsh, slicing through the cloying night air. ‘The storm’s nearly on us and you shouldn’t be out here.’
Stephanie heard his words but did not heed them as she continued down the steps. The lightning had faded, but not before her eyes had glimpsed the rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen and the awesome power of his erection.
Alexander was here, and she needed him. She needed to bolt out the pain of losing her baby—a pain that was as raw now as it had been years ago—and she craved the warmth and the strength and the exquisite pleasure only his body could give. She wanted a re-affirmation of life—proof that she could still experience happiness, however fleeting—and without pausing to examine her actions she walked towards him.
The slow patter of lazy raindrops suddenly became a deluge; thunder echoed around them and lightning split the sky in two.
‘Stephanie—go.’ He was feet from her, and she heard his sharp intake of breath when she lifted the hem of her night- gown and drew it over her head. Her ***** body was milky pale against the darkness, but he could see that her breasts were swollen and ripe for him, her nipples jutting provocatively, begging for the stroke of his tongue and the hungry caress of his mouth.
They stood facing each other, so close that electricity seared between them, making the tiny hairs on Stephanie’s body stand on end. Close enough to touch, but not touching—not yet. Two people bound by an invisible force as pagan and powerful as the lightning that rent the sky. Nothing existed but the fierce, primal hunger that made them both tremble. Time and place faded and they were simply a man and a woman, ***** beneath the heavens, waiting for that finite moment when passion exploded and swept them up in its storm force.
Alexander was breathing hard, his chest heaving as he sought to control the dictates of his body and failed. ‘You have one last chance, bella,’ he ground out roughly. ‘If I touch you I won’t be able to stop. Not this time.’
‘I don’t want you to stop.’ Stephanie’s eyes were slowly growing accustomed to the dark, but although she could not see him clearly her other senses were so acute that she could feel the heat emanating from him, and hear each harsh, jerky breath he took. ‘I can’t fight you—this—any more,’ she whispered. The chemistry between them was a potent force she could no longer deny, and she needed him as she needed oxygen to breathe.
His control snapped suddenly, violently. ‘Stephanie,’ he reached for her like a man in a dream who fully expected her to disappear beneath his touch. He ran his hands up her arms and pushed her wet hair back from her face with fingers that shook slightly. Thunder sounded directly above their heads, a harsh, primitive growl, as he hauled her up against his rain-slicked chest and captured her mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss.
One hand tangled in her hair, holding her fast, while his mouth crushed her lips with an urgent passion that marched hers. It was as if the restraint he had enforced over his body for the past weeks had suddenly burst, and his hunger was a seething torrent that smashed everything in its path. Stephanie clung to his shoulders and marched him kiss for savage, yearning kiss, parting her lips and welcoming the erotic ****** of his tongue. The storm raged around them, but she was conscious of nothing but her clamouring need to feel him deep inside her, for his body to join with hers in a pagan ritual as old as man so that they become one.
‘Dio, what are you doing to me?’ he muttered harshly as he swept her into his arms and laid her down on the sodden grass, immediately covering her body with his own. ‘I knew you were a sorceress, bella. You make me feel like I’m the strongest, most powerful man in the world, and yet at the same time you weaken me.’
This last accusation was barely audible, and the words seemed to be wrenched from his throat, clawing at Stephanie’s heart. She understood him—understood how he must resent this wildfire passion and his shocking level of need, as she did. And yet, like her, he could not fight it.
It was even worse for him, because he despised and mistrusted her, believing she was like the stepmother he hated.