The Sicilian's Bought Cinderella

Sickness could be cured, she thought dimly. And possession could be cured too. Sometimes the only way to cure was to purge.

Purge or not, she didn’t care. What had erupted between them was a force of nature she had no intention of fighting.

They’d fought it for too long, for days that with this acute yearning growing stronger inside her had felt like for ever.

Pulling his mouth from hers, Dante burrowed his face into her neck. His beard rubbed against the sensitive flesh and he lifted her into the air to carry her to the bed.

There was no ceremony. He fell on top of her, the pair of them collapsing together, and then they were kissing again. His hand slid up her bare thigh, fingers biting into the sensitive flesh.

She tugged at his shirt to loosen it and reached for his trouser button, then lost her breath along with the use of her hands when he slid a finger under the band of her knickers and found her heat.

He groaned into her mouth before tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth.

His eyes were hooded and dilated, his ragged breaths hot on her face as his thumb found her sensitive nub, and the finger that had slipped under her knickers slid inside her.

Sensation fizzed and pulsed and Aislin writhed against him, needing more, the pleasure from his hand intense but not enough. The fire inside her blazed too hot, had burned through any inhibitions and sanity she’d had left.

She needed more. She needed everything.

Fumbling wildly, she found the band of his trousers again and tugged at them, desperate to free him, as desperate for his touch as she was to touch him.

And his touch showed his own manic need for her.

He muttered something she didn’t understand and bit at her neck, then strong fingers were digging into her thighs and her knickers were being pulled down. She squirmed and twisted to help, wriggling them to her calves, and then kicked them away with a flick of her ankle while she finally, oh, finally, unbuttoned his trousers. There was not a jot of shyness as she yanked his trousers and briefs down to his hips and released him, only fevered desperation. Immediately she took him in her hand and thrilled to find him fully, hugely aroused.

She had a vague awareness of him groping for protection, and Dante’s head lifting from her neck so his teeth could rip foil, and then he was sheathing himself...

And then he dove into her.

The relief was immediate and she cried out from the sheer bliss of it.

Again, there was no ceremony. Again, none was needed.

He thrust in and out of her with a driving possession that sent her senses soaring. She had never known pleasure like it and it was all-consuming.

Dante could hardly believe how hot and tight she felt and, Dio, how damn welcoming.

Never had he needed to be inside a woman so badly that it was like insanity had taken him over.

He pounded into her with all the madness gripping him and she matched every thrust, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, crying her pleasure, urging him on, begging him with muffled words, nails scratching through the shirt he still wore; pleading, pleading, until her neck arched, her grip around him tightened and her entire body jerked in a spasm that pushed him over the edge, and he plunged into her as deeply as it was possible to go...

And that was the moment Dante experienced an orgasm so powerful he almost blacked out.

How long that last thrust went on for, he couldn’t say.

How long they lay there, Dante still inside her, still holding each other tightly, he couldn’t say either.

It could have been for ever before he finally raised his head from the side of her neck to look at her.

The dazed, unanchored feeling he was experiencing was right there in her eyes.

He kissed her. Her arm slipped around his neck and she kissed him back, long and deep, razing her fingers over the nape of his neck.

And then she broke the kiss, sighed and burrowed her face in his shoulder with a jerky laugh. ‘Well...that was something.’

Rubbing his chin over the top of her soft hair, a laugh escaped his own throat. ‘I was thinking more along the lines of mind-blowing.’

‘That works.’