The Scorsolini Marriage Bargain

Therese thought maybe she would die from pleasure. If she did, it would be the way to go…so much better than the pain inflicted by the endometriosis every month.

The feel of him inside of her was so incredible. She and Claudio had made love many times in many ways, but never anything as primal and basic as this. There was no bed to support them. He was not even using the wall to support her as he had other times they had made love in the shower, just sheer animal strength.

It was as if they were in a world entirely apart from anything normal, anything they had known before. Steam surrounded them like a heated fog as hot water cascaded down their bodies locked in ecstatic intimacy.

She cried out as he thrust upward and hit that special pleasure zone inside her.

“That is right, mi moglie. Come apart for me. Show me this side to you that no one else ever sees.” His mouth landed on her neck, sucking, nibbling, licking and sending shivers of sensation to the most sensitive areas of her body.

She locked her ankles behind his back and rode him…he surged into her…she squeezed his hardness into her…he guided her body with a bruising grip on her hips and buttocks.

She opened her eyes to look at him and saw that his head was thrown back in abandon like hers had been, his face etched with sexual pleasure. She leaned forward and bit his chest in an act so primitive, even in her advanced state of passion…it shocked her.

He was not shocked, though, but merely growled and increased the rhythm, slamming into her with pounding force with every thrust. It was so intense, she felt like she was on the verge of shattering into a million over-pleasured bits.

Tension spiraled inside her, a feeling of leaping from one experience to the next up a circular incline, traveling toward a precipice and then going over as her body convulsed around him and she cried out his name. She was falling too fast and she cried out in fright.

He gripped her tighter and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing to his body, the only sense of reality in a universe exploding from pleasure. He was silent when he climaxed, his teeth bared in a feral grimace that said more eloquently than any words could have how intensely he was feeling.

CHAPTER SEVEN

AFTERWARD, he wrapped her up against him, soothing her with gentle words and tender caresses against her back until the sobs she had not realized she was crying ebbed. Her body relaxed slowly, until she dangled in his arms, a boneless heap.

He held her for several long and silent moments, while her legs dangled and the connection between their bodies remained, reminding her that once was rarely enough for this man…even when their lovemaking culminated in a mind-blowing pleasure that left her completely spent.

Finally he lifted her off of him and began washing her with gentle hands that touched every inch of her as if to say, “Mine. Mine. And this is mine, too.”

She tried to return the favor, but her hands were clumsy, her movements jerky with a special kind of fatigue only he could induce. Eventually he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, his arm still supporting her.

She forced herself to move away so they could dry off, but even in that he ended up helping her. Then he pulled her into his body and walked her from the bathroom, her nightgown forgotten on the floor of the en suite.

They climbed into bed together and she went willingly into his arms, closing her eyes, so tired that she fell asleep immediately.

She woke scant hours later to a kiss on her temple. “Wake up, cara. We must hurry and dress or we will not make it to the hospital before they take Papa down to surgery.”

She sat up, feeling out of sorts. Despite the pleasure of lovemaking beforehand, she had had disturbing dreams and her sleep had not been restful. Pain was dragging at her lower abdomen and she wished she could have kept on sleeping. Because restful, or not, it was at least a respite from the reality she was loathe to face.

Her period was due soon, not that it was super regular now that she wasn’t on the pill. But she knew the pain would only get worse every day until it started and unbearable during the flow of blood from her body.

Claudio was already half dressed and looked over his shoulder as he did his tie. “Get a move on, Therese.”

She nodded, wincing as her head ached from the movement. She climbed gingerly from bed, her eyes glued to his figure. That at least gave pleasure. She could not imagine life without this man and said so before she thought better of the admission.

He stopped in the act of pulling on his suit coat. “But you do not have to. After last night, it is obvious we can forget this talk of divorce.”

“Are you saying you aren’t bored with me anymore?”

“You need to ask after our sojourn in the shower?” he asked with the devil’s own smile.