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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 31
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How he must hate himself for his inability to resist the chemistry that bound them together. Tenderness swept over her and she slid her fingers into his hair as he lowered his head to her ******. The rain was falling so hard that it felt like needles piercing her skin, enervating each nerve-ending so that her entire body felt acutely sensitive. She could smell the wet earth mingled with the primitive perfume of male pheromones, and when he drew one pointed, throbbing ****** into his mouth she arched her back and gave a thin, animal cry that was swallowed up by the noise of the storm.
Her body had been created for his touch, she thought when he slid his hand down and pushed her thighs apart, with a rough impatience that made her tremble with anticipation. Despite his urgency she knew instinctively that he would never hurt her, and when he parted her fingers were gently persuasive, teasing her with butterfly-soft caresses before slipping inside her, one and then two digits, tenderly stretching her in readiness for his full possession.
‘Alexander, please—now.’
She dug her nails into his rain-wet shoulders and anchored there as she tried to urge him down onto her. She couldn’t wait. Every muscle in her body ached, and she twisted her hips as the subtle movements of his fingers created a spiralling knot of tension low in her pelvis. With shaking hands she pushed his soaking hair back from his brow and caught the feral glitter in his dark eyes as he slowly lowered himself. She could feel the solid ridge of his erection push into the soft flesh of her belly, and then nudge insistently between her legs as she stretched them wide and lifted her hips to welcome him.
The savagery of his first ****** startled her, and her audible gasp caused Alexander to still, his shoulder muscles bunched and his breath shallow and rasping in his throat.
‘Stephanie?’
She heard the questioning note in his voice, and as she felt him slowly withdraw she frantically wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so that he gave a muffled groan and ****** again, deep and fierce, as he took her with a primitive force that was shocking and wonderful. Stephanie felt her vaginal muscles close around him, and she smiled a secret smile of feminine triumph when the last vestiges of his control splintered and he drove into her in a pagan rhythm that sent them both spiraling higher and higher towards the edge of heaven.
Her last conscious thought as waves of intense sensation closed over her was that this was where she was meant to be—in his arms, her body joined with his in the most fundamental way.
He was still driving into her with strong, hard strokes, but his pace had increase, become more urgent, and suddenly she was there, her body suspended for timeless seconds, before rapture devoured her and she sobbed his name over and over in the intensity of her climax. As she writhed beneath him, he paused and snatched air into his lungs . She could feel the thunderous beat of his heart echoing in unison with hers, and she opened her eyes to see his face, shadowed and mysterious in the enveloping dark.
A thin sliver of moonlight split from behind the clouds and settled on the hollows and planes formed by his sharp cheek-bones as he threw his head back and muttered a savage imprecation in his native tongue. She knew he was trying to prolong the moment of release, but then he surged into her one final time, his harsh groan of ecstasy muffled against her lips, as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. His big body shook, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, loving the feel of his weight pushing her into the damp earth.
She could have remained there forever, beneath the wild night sky while the torrential rain lashed their bodies, but eventually Alexander lifted his head from the hollow at the base of her throat and stared down at her, his expression unfathomable.
‘You certainly choose your moments, bella,’ he growled. Another flash lit up the sky and he rolled off her and tugged her to her feet. ‘We’d better get inside before we drown or we’re electrocuted—although the lightning is nothing compared to the sexual energy generated between us.’
With her hand imprisoned in his they raced through the rain, back to the house. Stephanie could only imagine what they looked like, ***** and so wet that their hair was slicked to their heads, and she prayed that Battista was not awake and watching the storm from the window of the staff cottage.
Bereft of the heat of Alexander’s body, her skin quickly chilled, and she was shivering by the time he led her into the master bedroom. The subtle shades of silvery grey and duck-egg-blue worked brilliantly, she mused as she glanced around his room, which was the first in the Villa she had completed. The bedside lamps she had chosen to complement the decor looked perfect, but the glow they emitted seemed blinding after the dark, and she blushed when Alexander’s dark eyes settled on her.
‘You can’t be embarrassed now,’ he said, plainly amused when she crossed her arms over her breasts. ‘Not after what we just shared. Or are you only a wildcat on dark and stormy nights?’
‘Don’t!’ She shuddered at the memory of her wanton response to him, but he caught hold of her wrists and tugged her arms down, ***** desire burning in his gaze as he cupped her breasts in his palms.
‘You are incredible Stephanie,’ he muttered raggedly. ‘I have never felt such hunger for a woman, or known such fierce passion. And I am greedy for you again.’ The last was uttered on a raw note, as if he was ashamed of his need for her.
Colour winged along his cheekbones as her startled gaze.