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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 32
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Rested on the jutting length of his arousal. Oh, God—again, and so soon. She was conscious of an answering heat flooding through her veins and pooling between her thighs as he stroked his thumb-pads gently over her nipples. She stared at him wordlessly, hopefully, and with a muttered oath he lifted her into his arms.
‘Next time we’ll enjoy the comfort of my bed, rather than making love in a mud bath. And, talking of baths…’ He shouldered the door to the en suite bathroom and carried her into the shower, where he activated the spray and proceeded to soap every inch of her until she was panting and mindless with wanting him.
He shampooed her hair, and when they were both free of all traces of mud, he wrapped her in a towel and rubbed her dry. He took his time, and was clearly amused when her patience snapped and she flung the towel to one side before curving her arms around his neck.
‘Now, Alexander—please, now.’
Her husky plea shattered his restraint and made a mockery of the idea that he should wait a while before making love to her again, to give her body time to adjust to the power of his possession. Muttering something in his own language, he lifted her and strode back into the bedroom, tumbling them both onto the bed and lifting her so that she straddled his hips.
‘Oh, yes—now, bella,’ he growled, his eyes glinting at her shocked expression when he guided her onto his swollen shaft. ‘Have you never done it like this before?’
She flushed at the note of faint surprise in his voice and shook her head, her eyes widening as she absorbed him deep into her, and then gasped when he clasped her hips and began to rock her up and down. It was exquisite, and when she fell forward and he captured first one ****** and then its twin in his mouth she was sure she would die of pleasure. But instead the sensations kept on building as he taught her to ride him. The last of her inhibitions dissolved beneath his murmurs of encouragement, and their mutual climax was so intense that she almost blacked out. It was only the sound of him groaning her name that kept her anchored to consciousness.
She did not know how long she lay on top of him, their bodies still joined, the silence fractured by the sound of their ragged breathing, but at last he rolled her onto her back, stretched out beside her and tucked his hands beneath his head. Without the comfort of his arms holding her close the warmth quickly drained from her body, and doubts and recriminations assembled in droves. The silence shredded her nerves, and as last she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed—only to find herself trapped when he snaked his arm around her waist and hauled her back.
‘Don’t even think of leaving,’ His voice was cool and controlled, no hint of the fire that had blazed between them minutes before.
The underlying note of mockery hurt, even though she had mentally prepared herself for it, and Stephanie shivered, her eyes wide and wary when she turned her head to look at him.
‘I think we have proved conclusively that, whatever else we might think of each other, neither of us can deny that the passion between us is wilder and more elemental than anything nature cares to dole out,’ he said dispassionately. ‘From now until the Villa is finished you’ll spend the nights here with me, bella mia , and that’s not negotiable—lo capite?’
‘How can you bear to **** **** to me, thinking of me as you do?’ She asked, shaken by the hardness in his eyes. ‘I thought you were too fastidious?’
With one swift movement he tugged her down so that she was flat on the mattress and rolled on top of her, trapping her beneath him. He was fully aroused, and Stephanie drew a sharp breath when he slid his hands beneath her bottom, lifted her, and entered her with one powerful ****** that took him deep within her. His eyes locked with hers and his mouth curved into self-derisive smile.
‘Clearly not too fastidious,’ he murmured, and then captured her mouth in a brutal kiss that cut off her angry response and drove everything but the exquisite sensation of his possession from her mind.
When Stephanie opened her eyes next morning it was to the sight of a blue and cloudless sky revealed through the open curtains, the storm of the previous night might have been a dream, but her aching muscles and the feeling of drowsy contentment served as a reminder of her enthralling sex session with Alexander—both in the garden and then throughout the rest of the night that she had spent in his bed.
‘Fool,’ she berated herself as she padded over to the window and stared out at the sun-soaked garden, where scarlet geraniums had already recovered from their battering by the rain and vibrated with exuberant colour.
The pool glinted aquamarine at the far end of the terrace, and the sight of it made her groan as she recalled how she had stripped and offered herself to Alexander like a sacrificial ******. She was hardly virginal, she thought derisively. Not after a night in which he had seemed intent on expanding her sex education. Caught up in a flaming vortex of passion, she had proved a willing pupil—and she had been tutored by a patient and wickedly inventive master.
She would never be able to look Alexander in the face again, she thought despairingly, covering her hot cheeks with her hands. Where was her pride when she needed it? Buried, along with her self-respect, her brain replied caustically. When she was away from him she could think logically, but the moment he held her and looked at her with that hungry gleam in his eyes she was lost.