The Sicilian's Bought Cinderella

All she cared about at that moment was Dante.

When she next looked at him, what she found sent a rush of emotion ripping through her. His jaw was clenched, his eyes hooded. His breathing was as heavy as the thuds of her heart.

If she’d had any fears about being naked before him that look would have blown them away.

But she had no fears. They had already been blown away.

She reached her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra.

The relief in her breasts to be freed from the lacy restriction was a pleasure in itself, but only a fleeting pleasure, because the ache in them suddenly came into sharp focus. They felt so tight and heavier than she had ever known them to be.

But the look in his eyes now was exhilarating.

Slowly she lifted her bottom again, this time to pinch her knickers and pull them down, shaking them off with her feet so that she was as naked as he, and the anticipation of what came next reverberated through her very being.

For the first time in his life Dante was scared to touch a woman, afraid that to touch would be to lose his head a second time.

Every inch of him strained towards her, every inch of his flesh attuned to her frequency. His heart beat so loud and so hard his chest hurt from the blows.

Naked, she was more beautiful than anything his feeble imagination had conjured.

Milky-white skin that looked as if it had never seen the sun set against the almost violent contrast of the deep russet of her pubis. Plump, wholly na

tural breasts topped with taut nipples the colour of raspberries...

Bellissimo.

Using all the restraint he could gather, he stepped towards the bed and placed a knee between her thighs, then gently eased her down so she lay flat.

He hovered over her for a long moment with his hands placed on either side of her head and did nothing but stare at her beautiful face.

She gazed back.

And then he crushed her lips with his mouth and the rush of desire broke free to consume him.

He kissed her everywhere. He explored her beautiful milky body with his mouth and his hands. He discovered all her tastes and scents, devoured her breasts with his mouth and discovered a flick of his tongue over the raspberry nipples made her gasp. Lower down and he discovered a new heady taste and scent, and discovered a flick of his tongue over her swollen nub made her cry out. When he kept his face there and slid a finger inside her...Dio, he had never known such wet heat was possible...he learned even more of her secrets.

And then she learned his.

One minute she was on her back, the next she’d wriggled out from under him and had him pressed down on the bed, and then she was covering his body with her mouth and touch, making the same explorations. He could feel the wonder and delight in her movements and for the first time in his life felt as if he were being made love to.

Aislin had passion in her pores and fire in her soul, he thought dazedly, and when he was finally sheathed and sliding inside her his last coherent thought was that she was the perfect fit for him.

Aislin’s mind had gone, slipped away. All that was left of her were nerve endings.

Dante’s cheek was crushed against hers, his body crushed on top of her, driving in and out of her, and the pleasure...

It was like nothing she had known before.

She had thought their first time could never be beaten but this...

This was everything.

If the good Lord should come for her now, she would go with rapture in her soul.

The tempo of his love-making increased and she adjusted with it, and as she did so the pleasure heightened.

Words tumbled out of her mouth, an incoherent jumble of cries for more, pleas for this never to end, never end, never end...