Delucca's Marriage Contract

Gianni hissed out a breath and she looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, the lines of his face stark with need, and she felt a flutter of trepidation, for a moment jarred back to the fact that she was an innocent. Then something eased inside her. He knew. He wouldn’t hurt her.

Gianni was pushing down his briefs now, freeing his erection and then sinking down onto the bed and pulling her with him, so that she fell on top of him in a tangle of limbs. Six foot three of honed lean muscle was underneath her and around her and she couldn’t think.

Her naked breasts were crushed against Gianni’s hard chest, and then he moved so that she lay on her back. His thigh was between hers and the ache between her legs made her increase the pressure against him subtly.

He smiled. ‘Impatient gattino.’

A hand smoothed over her breast, exploring its shape and firmness, cupping it so that her nipple was offered up to him like an enticement. Every nerve ending screamed for satisfaction as Gianni slowly lowered his dark head, not to her breast but to her mouth.

That wicked mouth teased hers first and then lower, leaving a trail of hot blazing marks all over her skin before the hot wet slide of his tongue explored her nipples again with a sensual laziness that did nothing to help keep her from the brink. She moaned and moved against him, silently pleading for more.

She couldn’t find purchase anywhere, hands slipping and sliding over his taut flesh as she tried to hang on to sanity.

But Gianni was remorseless. His other hand explored down over her belly, fingers moving between her legs, making them part, before he cupped the heated moist center of her body and Keelin went still.

He lifted his head from the torture of her breasts. She was flushed, hot, aroused, impatient—it had been a long time since she’d orgasmed, and when she had before, it had been because of ineffectual teenage explorations, not this far more adult and carnal experience.

Gianni’s hand was moving against her now, finding her slick heat and releasing it. Fingers slipping and sliding against her. Exploring her body with a thoroughness that made her back arch in a silent plea. Without even knowing what she was doing, her legs parted to allow him more access and his fingers were sliding inside her, moving insistently, winding a tension so tight in her body that she bit her lip and tasted blood with the effort it took not to call out.

‘Come for me, cara, I want to see you lose yourself.’

With two fingers thrusting in and out of her body, his thumb exerting subtle but expert pressure on her clitoris, Keelin hadn’t a hope. She came around his fingers, almost on cue, and was blinded by the dizzying sweeping rush of clenching pleasure as it tipped her over the edge and into his expert hands, her mouth blindly seeking his, arms wrapped around him as she sobbed it out against him, shaken to her core by what had just happened.

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Gianni was engulfed in heat and lust so powerful that he shook with it. Keelin’s body was still spasming powerfully around his fingers; he could feel her teeth biting into his shoulder and welcomed the brief sharp pain.

Her breasts were pressed against him. In truth he wasn’t sure how he’d held it together this long. Even that first sight of her naked body had almost tipped him over the edge. She was Venus incarnate, perfectly proportioned, with generous curves. All woman.

The tension left her body, finally. She lay back, eyes slumberous, looking at him. Slightly dazed. For some reason Gianni’s chest tightened.

‘Okay, gattino?’

Sounding deliciously sated, she said with a little slur, ‘What’s that mean?’

Gianni smiled, aware that since the moment he’d laid eyes on this woman, even in her trashy incarnation, he’d had this vision somewhere in his head. He smoothed back some hair from her flushed face.

‘It means kitten.’

She half smiled, shy, and it made his chest tighter. ‘I like it.’

Gianni moved against Keelin now and her eyes widened when she felt his erection. As if answering a prayer he hadn’t even been aware of articulating, one small soft hand tentatively explored him but with such a light touch that it almost killed him.

He gritted out, ‘I won’t break.’

She bit her lower lip and her hand firmed around him, holding him in a snug embrace. Something about her shy hesitation made fresh anger surge to think of those animals and how terrified she must have been, how horrifically it might have ended. He forced the ugly image out, wanting to erase it from her head as well as his.

He needed to be inside her now or he’d spill on the sheets and make a fool of himself. He reached for protection and gently pulled Keelin’s hand away so he could smooth it on. When he was sheathed, he moved so that he lay between her legs, the tip of his erection against where she was slick and hot. He touched her there with his thumb, rousing her again, until her breaths were coming shorter and sharper, muscles tensing with pre-pleasure.

‘I want you, mia bella.’

She looked at him and her eyes were huge, and she said simply, ‘Yes.’

Something crumbled apart inside him. He’d never experienced a moment like this with a woman before. But before he could allow that revelation to sink in, he drove into Keelin’s body and felt the most intense rush of carnal euphoria explode along every nerve end, until he realised that her face was pale with shock, and her muscles were clamping like a vice around him. There was also something else on her face—fear. And he had a sudden image of how he must look above her. Feral. Intimidating.

He pulled free and fought not to wince.

‘No,’ she said fiercely, determination replacing the shock on her face. ‘Don’t stop.’