Beautiful Seduction

He finally pulled away, leaving me aching inside, consumed by the heat he exuded. The smile on his face hinted of things to come as he yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. To say he was a beautiful man didn’t do him justice, the shadows encroaching the room unable to hide his near perfect physique. He wasn’t just carved out of stone, an ode to some god. He’d been shaved out of the finest granite, time taken to form his muscular features.

The sight of him tore through me as much as the connection we shared. His expression was carnal, but the seduction was beautiful, a dazzling moment straight out of a romance novel. If only this could be a lasting fantasy.

His advance was even more predatory, ripping my blouse as he yanked it over my head. He couldn’t care less about the destruction. All that mattered was fulfilling his need to fuck me. The roughness of his touch was thrilling, adding to the unbridled need we both felt. He cupped both breasts, using his thumbs and forefingers to pinch my nipples through the thin lace.

The pain was instantaneous, biting, yet as I threw my head back and moaned, my pussy clenched and released several times. The scent of his masculinity was overpowering, driving me into another plane of existence. There was no controlling my body’s reaction, the pleasure he’d already provided fulfilling a sense of need.

He dropped his head, issuing a savage growl as he bit my nipple through the fabric. I was forced to grip his arms, struggling to stay aloft as the wafting wave of sensations coursed through me.

“Oh…” I whispered, blinking several times as my eyes became cloudy. He yanked the material away with his teeth, another ripping sound filling the space.

I eased my hand down his chest, sliding my finger along the edge of his trousers, unable to risk touching his cock for fear of falling into an abyss I was incapable of escaping.

He was far too hungry, yanking at the button and zipper of my skirt. I finally managed to push my hands against his chest. “I’ll do it.”

“Then you need to hurry,” he growled, his voice no longer recognizable. I was breathless, tingles ripping through me as I fumbled to obey him. His expression was completely primal, the electric connection we shared sending jolts of current from his heated body into mine.

Even the way he continued to look at me burned a hole straight through me, the man all consuming. My muscles spasmed as I shifted my hips, still fighting with myself for allowing this to happen. I was insane, so much so I knew I’d regret this in the morning. But there was no stopping what fate had started.

I managed to lower my skirt, more embarrassed than I’d ever been around a man before. I turned around, my stomach lurching as I reached around to unfasten my bra. Suddenly, his hands were on me, the rough pads of his fingers rolling along my shoulders and down my arms.

“Relax, Cassidy. As I already said, you are safe with me.”

He didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t safe around him, the pull that magnetic. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, following the same trail he was using with his fingers. I was pushed into a crazy delirium, the blurriness in my mind destroying my ability to think clearly. He finished unfastening my bra, easing his hands over the straps and guiding them down my arms. I allowed gravity to take it to the floor, staring down at the torn lace. Even the heat from his body couldn’t keep chills from drifting down my spine.

I still found it impossible to believe I was standing mostly naked in a room with a criminal. Nothing had prepared me for the intensity of emotions or the sickening desire that threatened to do me in. I wanted this. What did that make me?

“Turn around, angelo perfetto. I need to see my prize.”

His gravelly voice was too enticing to ignore. I bit my lip as I turned around, folding my arms across my chest. When he gave me a demanding look, I closed my eyes, lowering my arms.

“Never hide from me, angel. You are far too beautiful.” As he lifted my chin, I shuddered visibly. He raked his fingers down my face, the tips full of explosive heat yet the touch as gentle as a feather. He took his time moving down my neck, rolling his fingers around one nipple then the other, then lowering them to my stomach.

I sucked in my breath, uncertain of what to expect. When he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties, easing them down my hips, I couldn’t stand to watch him. I remained embarrassed, nervous around him. Then again, how long had it been since I’d allowed anyone to touch me intimately? Why this man? Why? It didn’t make any sense.

His touch remained tender as he pushed them down even further, his breathing as ragged as mine. I finally opened my eyes, reaching out and rubbing my fingers across his chest. I didn’t need to be told to step out of them, but when I was completely naked, I took a deep breath, stars forming in front of my eyes.

“Hai il corpo di una dea, dolce angelo,” he whispered then cupped my breasts as he’d done before, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples.

“Please tell me what you said.”

“I said that you have a body of a goddess, sweet angel. Fucking you is going to be one of my greatest pleasures.”

I was under no illusion that what we were doing was anything but fucking, but just hearing the words became a sweet music that I hadn’t expected. I kept my hands on his chest, digging my fingers into his skin as he lowered his head, darting his tongue around one nipple then the other. He squeezed my breasts, the hint of pain quickly turning into a roar of pleasure.

Valentin trailed his hand down to my hip, toying with me by rubbing his finger back and forth. I was spinning out of control, the scent of our combined desires potent, filling my system. The stars remained as he shifted his hand between my legs, whispering several words in Italian, the sound provocative.

Delicious.

When he pinched my nipple, twisting several times, I threw my head back, anguish rushing through me. As quickly as he invoked pain, his mouth took over, providing the lush kind of pleasure that shifted me to a moment of euphoria. Butterflies tickled my senses, my willpower fading. I crawled my hand down the length of his stomach, sliding the tip of my index finger down his zipper.

“It would appear my angel is hungry,” he murmured.

“Mmm… Maybe.”

“You’ll have everything you desire, but not until I’m finished tasting you.” He pushed my hands away, pinching both nipples in punishment. I felt like I was crashing, no longer able to feel my legs. As he dipped his hand between my legs once again, I was overcome with the need to obey him, longing to wrap my hand around his cock. When I fluttered my fingers across his groin, he issued a tsking sound. He was having none of it, jerking first one arm then the other over my head.

“I can tell you have difficulty obeying. Do I need to restrain you?”